It has been raining here, so my brother(1999 Kodiak 26" Super Swampers)and I decided to go out and play in the mud.We were riding near my place on Hudgin Creek(now ya'll know where the name comes from). My brother suggested that we attempt to cross the creek. I saw him pull up to the edge and thought he was going to test the depth,but no. He busted off into it. The water was deep and he got hung up on something. He was rocking it back and forth trying to get unhung, when I noticed the tires weren't spinning. Somehow he had kicked it into neutral, I hollered at him to put it in gear. Then with a sheepish grin, he looked and noticed the tires were not spinning. He put the bike in gear and got unhung. New problem, he started heading downstream towards the really deep part. He put it in reverse and backed on out of there. By now I had jumped off my bike and was standing on the edge, hoping I wouldn't have to jump in and help him. When he backed out on the other side of the creek he had gotten an old tire hung under his front end. About this time, I noticed something move to my left. Well, it was my bike rolling down the bank towards the creek. I stopped it by grabbing the back rack. The front end was under water, the current was pulling the bike and it was all I could do to hold onto it. I couldn't jump on it, because then it will have rolled into the creek. I hollered at my brother to come help me. So being the good brother that he is, he waded through the cold water and backed it on out. Life is always interesting on Hudgin Creek.

 

After reading this story and others you have posted it seems to only be a matter of time, albeit a short time, before the laws of natural selection take over. Wise up and be more careful, or we won't be hearing any more from you. Or your brother.