From Sundays ride. Traveling west at about 1730 on KLR 650 on a dirt road in BFE northern AZ Strip come up to a wash that still has a nice gooey slippery mud pit in it. Make it 90% of the way across, glance up to check ahead get blinded by setting sun, quickly look back down at front tire as the spots ruin your shadow sight and watch front drop into hole, get thrown to the left. Look back to see SO drop her KLR 250 from loss of momentum and gravel when she puts foot down, watch Dad run over to check on her leaving you to struggle getting heavy bitch of a KLR back up in zero traction mud. Succed in breaking clutch cable tightener thingie screw and ripping milk crate of its bolts. Loss of time for repairs 30 min Loss of ego meh negligable sun blinded me
