My wife and I had our first dual-up spill on the DR650. A little long winded but necessary to tell the story. It happened around 2:00 PM on Sunday. I really didn’t feel like going out that day because I was tired from the night before. That was the first mistake I made. But I wanted to get some more dual-up experience with my wife and Sunday afternoon is the safest time to go. We live out in the Northern Adirondacks and only plan to go on less-traveled backwoods roads and logging trails. We drove out about 15 miles on paved and winding roads. No trouble until the return trip. About 5 miles from home we were going about 45 mph and approached the crest of a hill. Been on this road probably a hundred times with a motor vehicle. Totally forgot there was a sharp turn that started just below the crest of the hill. Not enough time to slow down and make the turn. Had only a split second to make a decision and decided to go off the road into the dirt and grass. Knew I was going the spill the bike but figured this was the lesser of the evils then trying to make the turn and spill on the pavement. But there was a telephone pole on the side of the road in the path of the bike about 50 yards away from where we went off the road. Was afraid I wouldn’t be able to control the bike and hit the pole. But didn’t have to worry about that too long. We started to spill just after hitting the sand and grass just beyond the shoulder of the road. Bike spilled to the left side and I slid with the bike on my left side until it stopped. Felt a hard scraping on my helmet and sand and gravel on my shoulder. Found out later that my helmet was scraping the edge of the pavement, shoulder scraping the sand and gravel on the side of the road, and the rest of me under the bike scraping mostly grass and soft sand. My wife landed on her left side on the right side of the bike and behind it. I believe that when the bike started to tip to the left side her left leg caught the ground, bike slid out from under her and momentum threw her to the right side and behind the bike. She told me she saw my helmet dragging on the pavement and thought I was badly hurt. But I walked away with just a large bruise and abrasions on my left shoulder, sore forearm, sore neck, and a few small tears in my jacket. When the bike stopped my right leg was pinned under the bike between the ankle and the top of the boot. Managed to pull it out with no problem. Wife walked away with a good size bruise and abrasions just below the knee and two small holes in her jeans at the knee. Bike ended up with a shattered left side mirror and some gouges in the back of the mirror, left side hand guard, and left side cover. Some minor scratches on the left side of the fuel tank. No question the mirror dragged on the pavement and helped slow down the bike. Helmet ended up with a gouge in it. There was a car right behind us that saw us spill. The car pulled over to the side of the road ahead of us. A middle aged lady and an elderly lady ran over to us and asked if we were OK. They appeared to be very shaken, more so than us. I told them we were OK and that I could get the bike off my foot with no problem. When they walked back to the car we saw the elderly lady make the sign of the cross on herself, most likely thanking God that we weren't killed or badly injured. I also thanked God. We went back on Monday (with the truck, not the bike) to trace what happened. It looks like we left the road about 50 yards from the telephone pole, started to spill just after hitting the grass and soft sand, with the bike coming to a stop about 25 feet from the pole. The tire tracks showed we were on a direct line to the pole. Needless to say, we were very lucky. There was also a smaller track to the left of the skid track. Most likely my wife's foot dragging the ground after the bike started to spill. Probably was the reason why she ended up on the right side of the bike as explained earlier. The bike and I were covered with dust. Wife wasn't dirty because she landed in the grass. We drove home with no further incident where we washed our abrasions and cuts with soap and water, applied bag balm to them, and put bandages over them. Hosed the dirt off the bike and let it dry in the sun. This spill will not deter us from going back out again but I'll never go back out again tired and will drive more slower when I approach the crest of hills. We were very lucky and I learned a valuable lesson. Another 25 feet and the bike would have hit the telephone pole with me under it.