It was somewhere in the Talladega National Forest.
After surviving the tail of the dragon, our confidence was high. We missed our turn and, needing to loop back around, I slowed down and, feeling pressure from the 2 cars behind us, I decided to pull off the road. Our speed was still too high. When the rear tire caught a patch of loose dirt, I overcompensated on the handlebars. The bike flipped back around and threw us off.
I struggled to free my left leg from under the bike. Lauren had been tossed about a meter but survived with a patch of road rash on her palm. With our tail between our legs, we limped to the nearest bbq hut to inspect the motorcycle. He had lost a blinker, a tail light, and one saddle bag had been crushed.
We cautiously forged on into the rain.