I know these threads have been done before, but I am feeling nostalgic today. When I think about the great rides of my life, it seems like the ones that stand out are the rides where adversity seemed to rear its ugly head with my bike, or a riding buddies. Riding in the rain, snow, ice storm-yes I have done that- Riding my Norton Commando home from the state fairgrounds at night on one cylinder. Riding around the dan Ryan expressway in Chicago on my way to Wisconsin on a Friday evening in the rain Mechanical trouble with the bikes, getting chased by an obviously intoxicated driver while returning from a race-yep, did that too. How about others?