This was definitely uncharted territory for me.

Pete was pretty straightforward with me and that he didn't really know the track that we were exploring and he didn't know if it was going to get better or worse.

But, you know, I was up for the adventure. I wanted to keep going.

And so we did.

We were in a situation where, you know, the bike was essentially non-serviceable, especially not by Ash in her kind of injured state. And then I had my bike, which is not really an ideal bike for a passenger to begin with, also ear on it.

And then we're in this incredibly difficult terrain where it's hard enough to ride single, let alone two up.

There were four foot wide sand washouts that were about three feet deep. It was not rideable.

I mean, and boulders that were as large as my front tire.

And next thing I know I'm just sort of bopping between boulder hitting my front tire from one to the next,

barely keeping it together.

And I remember hearing the bone snap. Snap.

It was an ugly sound.

It was really ugly. When you're off the beaten track with your motorcycle and everything's going just fine

you feel good the bike feels good the ground good, it's kind of difficult to imagine

that just one small mishap can completely change the course of your day, the trip, or the

adventure that you're on. And if you carry a satellite transmitter,

well, you can always press the SOS button.

But just how bad do things have to be

before you take that final step

by pushing that SOS button, and who is behind that button.

What do they do?

Well today we're going to walk through an adventurous mishap and a rescue done right.

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