I knew based on my odometer and millage travelled thus far that next small town with gas station is about 40-50 miles away. As I'm passing by the road on the picture above, I check the time and gas in tank. I realize that I have another couple of hours of daylight and enough gas for at least 80 more miles.
I rode for another mile on main road, and decided to turn around. Plenty of time and gas to have some fun off roading. Plan was to ride all the way down to the beach, jump in the water for a swim and head back to town before it gets dark.
I can clearly see this perfect beach with white sand waiting for me and nobody around. As I’m day dreaming these images from some cheesy detergent commercial, I’m suddenly awaken by painful screaming of my bike. She was most definitely screaming for help. I look down, and see my baby drowning in sand. I've noticed that I'm stomping on her head while she's drowning, so I let go of throttle. We dig ourselves a nice little hole here.
Now it’s time for less appealing plan b, dig ourselves out of the sand before it gets dark. I’m about half mile from main road and nobody can really see me here. In worse case scenario, I can pull out my camping gear and spend the night here. Time to take all the gear off and dig the bike out. Once I got that done, slowly ride it back to main road while pushing it and sweating bullets because now it’s mild uphill and it seems like bike is really “digging the sand”.