So we set out for our ride. Not a half an hour in and my boyfriend's exhaust nearly falls off and he loses a front fender, too. THEN, Kyle (one of the amigos) discovers his CRF250 motor has seized. A few of us ride back to the trucks and I aired down the tires in the truck for it's first trip onto the sand to come to the rescue. About 30 minutes later, we find the boys and pull the bike up into the back of the Ford. I pull the front of the bike up, and SOMEONE had the brilliant idea of giving it a good shove, jamming it into my knee cap and further damaging my previous 1,000 injuries to the SAME knee-never fails. So, we get the bike loaded up and are followed out by our other friend Reece, whom along the way busts his clutch cable. Shortly after he busts his clutch cable, his back sand tire pops.
We get back to the site and we all pile in the truck to return the lock cutter and get replacement clutch cable #2. To make a long story short, he broke that second clutch cable that same day, the generator in the RV wouldn't turn over so we didn't get to eat, and our trailer came unhitched from the truck on the way home.
(Okay, so the last one was fake). Aside from all that...we DID get a few cool pics:

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