Years ago we were doing some "bomb-running", (riding virgin terrain at high speed across the desert), when all of a sudden my brother-in-law, who was riding lead, just laid his bike down. I started grabbing brakes real hard, 'cause I knew he didn't just fall. but intentionally went down, so something was up.
I stopped maybe a foot short of a barbed wire fence that he had just slid under! I don't know where the bigger skid-marks were; on the ground, or in my shorts!:scream: