I wrecked my motorcycle damn it. I got up early to meet with four other guys.  I really hadn't had a change to go riding with other sport-bike riders, so I was really excited.  The guy on the red and white R1 took us to some awesome twisties!  People told me that I wouldn't find better riding conditions than here in Arizona and after that day I am convinced.  The roads were almost in perfect condition for taking turns and rolling on the throttle.  I was doing so well for the first half of the day.  I stayed right behind that R1 the whole ride.  Mind you, that R1 has 400 more cc's than I do, but I never lost sight of him.  Anyway, we had stopped for a rest to let the others catch up and rest.  Two of the guys had to head back a little early and decided to head back.  We all decided that we would stay together and head back with them.  Well I wanted back behind the R! for the ride home.  So just as I passed two other guys I came up to a turn too fast.  I knew right quick that I was going too fast for the turn.  So I straightened up the bike and went into the dirt.  I thought I was going to be OK once I was in the dirt.  I was just going to ride it out and head back onto the road.  Well I had too much speed and the dirt was really soft.  In the dirt, the bike started to wobble underneath me.  The front wheel dug into the dirt and I went over the front. I sprained my wrist and my ankle and knee were a little sore, no big deal.  The bike was in worse condition.  None of the lights worked, no head light, no blinkers, no turn signals, no tach, no speedometer.. nothing.  I guess I'm lucky the damn thing started and I was able to ride it home.  Ironically, a friend of mine, that I used to ride with in Spokane, is moving down here soon.  I suppose I'll have to get the bike back up and running.