Seven years ago, with a group of about 8 guys, we did a San Felipe trip that actually went pretty well until we finished the deep sandy whoop section before the dry lake bed on the return. A few of us had to wait for a flat tire to be repaired. A buddy had a new WR450. I just had to play around on it while waiting. Goofing around I buried the front end in some deep sand and pitched myself over the handlebars performing a nice roll in the deep sand. No worries, right? My helmet's face guard came down on my collar bone and broke it in two. One hundred and ninety miles from the border! Son of a $&@#$! It wasn't even a spectacular crash! What do you do? You collect the best medication you can find among the lads and hop on your bike and ride home, then drive 22 hours back home to Austin, Texas where I was living at the time. My two weenie buddies couldn't even stay awake four hours into the drive so I had to drive the medicated midnight to 6AM shift!