Well sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started on an Africa Twin and end in a recsue trip.... I called a few of my riding buddies and let them know I was going to do an easy big bike ride but alas none were available to join me. I had a great plan and in Arizona you never have to worry about the weather..... or do you:eek1 I rode across town and fueled up at the end of Shea Blvd before I started north. The forecast was for rain most of the day and snow in the high elevations but I have a heated vest and heated grips and quite enjoy riding in the elements so no worries. Here is the first pic of the day... cloud covering a low mountain and dang it's cold. As I headed north it would appear the chances for snow had been better than I first thought, in the distance I could see a fun trip starting to form. As I continued to climb the snow was getting harder.. and harder and these guys were wondering what the hell I was doing... I stopped to get a good pic of the deeper snow and forgot to check the GPS to see where my turn off was... I jumped back on the bike and headed down the road the whole time wondering when I would see the sign I was looking for to point me toward Mt Ord. When I reached Hwy 188 it was pretty clear I had passed it so I turned around and headed back to look for it... when I found it at the top of the pass I realised... it was 20 feet behind the point I stopped at. What a dumbass... but the snow plow guys got a good kick out of seeing me back at the same place and wondered what I was doing... I told them about the ride challenge I was doing and one of them was nice enough to tell me I had bigger balls than him to ride up into the snow... funny thing was at this point they were pretty cold and hidding. I took the trail up toward Mt Ord. The snow was about 6 to 8 inches deep and I stopped about 50 yards off the Hwy to ask a guy in a pickup truck that was parked on the trail if he knew how deep the snow was up top. He told me a four wheel drive had headed up that way but he turned around just pass the first turn when he started slipping. Now at this point I thought to myself.... self that snow looks pretty fresh so I think there should be pretty good traction. Lets give it a try. After a little while of creeping up the hill I ran across a man and his sun having a snowball fight I stopped and asked them if they knew how far it was to the top and the man told me he stopped here because he didn't want to get stuck where he couldn't turn around as the snow was getting deeper. I tried to continue up the hill passed the corals where he was parked... But at this point the big twin was out of traction verses weight and I was forced to turn around... I know.... most of you are saying what a pussy this guy is but I did my best. I retruned slowly down the mountain to the Hwy and got a pic for the challenge hoping maybe I did enough to prove I got this far. So with that part of my trip behind me I headed toward Pumpkin Center to get some gas and decide if I wanted to try for my next point of interest. After consulting with the two older guys running Butchers Hook I decide I would run A Cross road to get in some dirt... or mud I guess I should say. Here is where the real fun begins..... I cross the water crossing and follow Bar X to get to A Cross and it would appear the road is quite slippery in spots but nothing the Africa Twin can't handle yet. I am cruising along no worries when I notice the road changes from a nice tan sandy colour to a red clay. Now things begin to become interesting... I start down the first good hill and the bike is stuggling to handle the mud and the tires are balling it up pretty badly. I am running full knobbies so I think I should be ok.... wrong This mud is like nothing I have seen and it is caking up something fierce... I try running a little faster hoping it will fling it off and clear up the tread but instead it completely locks up the front wheel and down we go... Laughing at myself for being a dumbass I grab a pic and pick up the bike... it's pretty heavy by the way. I take a look at the mud on the front wheel and it confirms my thoughts... I am a dumbass. Take a look at how the mud has started removing the front fender.. So being the smart guy I am I figure if I remove the fender that mud should fly right off.. Looks pretty doesn't it.... So after removing the fender in the rain I am all set to handle this mud. It is now decision time.... do I turn around and head back the mile in this mud and get back to more travable roads or push on and see if it gets better.... what do you guys think I did Thats right I pushed on.... and the climb up the next hill out of this valley was brutal. I road the twin as hard as I could and was about 20 yards short of the top of the hill when the the big twin stopped turning the rear wheel and tossed up the white flag. I was done... motor purring like a kitten and no drive to the rear wheel at all. I first thought I had cooked the clutch working it so hard up the hill as I was plowing around but I am now thinking I may have done the transmission. If not that it could be possible I stripped the output shaft as the mub had completely locked up the rear wheel. Once I get the thing stripped down I will update the thread with the problem. So in a twist of fate I have good phione service and having talke to Brad earlier when he had offered to help if I ran into any trouble, I give him a call and he has a 4*4 pickup and will come rescue me. I am a little concerned he will not be able to get to me due to such a poor road surface and the rain is still coming down. I take a few pics of my location... Nice view road where I plowed up While I have a few hours or more to wait I start trying to get some of the mud locking up the wheels off the bike.. The mud sticks so badly to my boots I can hardly walk around let alone kneel on this stuff so I grab some sticks and a sign to help with a work station. Pull out some of the mud on the rear wheel And try moving the bike back a bit but I can bearly move it.. The mud has packed the chain and the sprockets so hard they can't turn. After a long time working on the bike pulling off the peices I can to try and free up the wheels so we can load it... and getting rain on and off, I see Brad's truck coming through the bottom of the valley... it is with much joy I start waving my arms and then watching as he slowly works his way up the hill... his pickup is sliding around onthis mud but he makes it up. I have now been stuck here over three hours and have not seen a soul.... right as Brad gets out of his truck here comes a jeep behind him. I flag him down and ask if he will help us load as the two fo us can't move the bike it is so locked up. The three of us are able to lift and pull the bike into Brad's pickup... dam that things heavy. Now the rain is coming down pretty good and the only concern left is getting back out. The mud is caked up on the pickup tires but Brad works his way down the valley and out the other side and we were on our way home. Can't say enough thank you's to Brad and his wife Joanne for coming to my rescue.... amazing people to drive out in the snow and rain and save a stupid Aussie. I know if I had of had a riding partner they would have turned my ass around way before I got into this situation... but thats why we call it adventure riding right.... We stopped at a car wash on the way to my house and tried to get the mud off but there was no getting this stuff off even with a high pressure washer...we at least got it so it would roll kind of so unloading it wasn't to bad. I know Brad and Joanne have pictures and hopefully Brad will post them up so you can see the rescue part. Got to love this stuff.... Big Bike Friendly..... lets go ride.