No injury to me, but I made sure to call Rollergirl while I was still upside down in the ditch and let her know that I was ok, the truck was dead, and that we might be getting our bike. The insurance company gave me a check for the truck. I was able to pick up a shiny-never-dropped-never-off-road slightly used 990 (with those big grey picnic boxes too) and an older, cheaper truck.
After numerous short adventures two up on the 990, Rollergirl got tired of having to help drag me and the 990 out of the trouble I had got it into.
"Sorry baby. Why would anyone lock the gate at the end of a fun ride?"
"Sorry baby. It didn't look deep."
She said that I had better make a plan for getting her a bike.