My most infamous foul-up off-road had a couple of contributing factors, the biggest of which was as a California rider, I was not expecting a mid-afternoon deluge in July on a trip to Colorado. In California, it never rains in July. In Colorado, it happens all the time. Dirt turned to snot had me depositing a large BMW into a lovely trout stream, upside down, which required men on horseback and a helicopter to extract.

Another contributing factor was I didn’t know where I was going. When the dirt road you think you’re on turns into a single-track trail, it’s very probably only going to get gnarlier before it gets better. So, unless you’re Helge Pedersen, turn around while you still can… especially if your wife is on back.