Yep, awesome bike, once I get em I'll post up some pics high centered in a cow stream. There I was headed to an old cow herder cabin for a photo op, small slow moving stream, very short section of mud (I thought), as I got close I though hmmm, this aint right, it's 85, July in the Okanogans, and that grass looks awefully grean, I shifted weight to the rear, felt the back tire (Pireli street legal knobbies) bite, sink, and then down went the front. I stepped off the bike into a foot of the foulest smelling mud known to man. No rope, no winch, all we had was sticks, a few ancient boards, and wit. We layed her on the side, made a bridge of sorts horizontal to the bike, stood her up, and walked her out. The ride back over was another bit of fun, up a small bank, gas, and go, no problems and what a blast