Once, I laid the bike down trying to cross a huge patch of ice - the rear spun, and she went on her side (I wasn't thinking straight at the time). So, I ended up with the bike on its side right in the middle of the icy patch. I have no idea how I picked her up, how I mounted the bike, and crossed the icy patch to get back to the road.
In my defense, it happened at the entrance of the cemetery, and for some strange reason I wanted to pay my respects to my mother. I made a U-turn to go back once I saw the ice patch, but for some reason decided to give it a shot hoping to feather the clutch. Got a very small oil leak in the stator cover, and managed to ride back home.