JasperFrank
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Was riding  my motorcycle in a remote area of the Willamette National Forest on some rather primitive roads.    It had rained heavily the night before.  I'm going through lots of mud puddles on the dirt road.    Saw a rather large puddle  ahead,  so I aimed right for the middle of one of the tire tracks.   The whole front of the bike dove straight down  about 2 feet and I almost went over the bars.    The bike stalled, and the water was just below the air intake.   I was able to push  the bike out the other side and let the water drain.   I had dropped into a tire rut.  Oddly, if I had picked the other track, I would have been fine.     Since then, I have never trusted another mud puddle on an old  logging road.
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			 
 
		 
 
		




 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 I poured a shot, tipped it back and felt it suck the moisture right out of me. I don't think that it ever hit my stomach, it was just absorbed with all of the moisture in my mouth and throat. I learned my lesson that day, and never tried it again.
  I poured a shot, tipped it back and felt it suck the moisture right out of me. I don't think that it ever hit my stomach, it was just absorbed with all of the moisture in my mouth and throat. I learned my lesson that day, and never tried it again.