Coming down the road from Angel Glacier in Jasper National Park, negotiated the 22 hairpins conservatively enough, did fine, got back onto the old 93A highway that rejoins the Icefield Parkway. Must have been a little vertiginous from all the bends, maybe a bit of "get-home-itis", but got distracted and dropped the front wheel off the edge of the pavement (narrow gravel shoulder, ditch to the side.) Gross error in judgment followed: not going very fast, edge wasn't very deep, thought I could wrench the front tire back up onto the pavement, figured the rear would follow. Front tire never bit, just skated along the edge until it washed out and down we went. Nobody hurt much except that stoker landed in a bush of wild roses (Alberta's provincial flower) and yes they have thorns. Stoker didn't cry though, nor did she revoke my captain's licence. Front wheel was bent but was able to straighten it enough to finish the tour to Calgary with a functioning front brake.

Will NEVER try to do that again. That was plain dumb. 20 years later, can still see the pavement rushing up at me.

Homeyba I'm impressed with your ability to survive a front flat at any speed. What do you do, just ride it out and stay off the front brake? The front end must feel dreadful, doesn't it fight you? I always thought this is something we should practice, riding with a deliberately flat tire, but stoker says No Way.