Last saturday my riding partner and I planed to spend the whole day aborad our blue beasts at the East Fort Rock ORV Trail System in central Oregon (rock being the key word). The idea was to put as much real estate that was in front of us... behind us. You all know the drill. Gas, Riding Gear, Food, Map or Area (tried no map the first time we rode there dumb) Tool Kit (with tire patches). We had everything but the kitchen sink on our bikes and backs. The weather was perfect, all sun with a slight 5-10 m.p.h. wind. Heck... the parking lot was almost empty when we got there. What a day we were going to have... NOT! I know there are rocks out there. Shoot... half the fun of this place is to miss them at brake neck speed. Most of the rocks are well displayed too. Right in middle of the trail for every one to see. That is if your looking. Ok... So I wasn't looking one time. Next thing I know my seat has smacked my butt up between my sholder blades. Now I'm looking at the trail from a new perspective while doing an unplaned front wheel stand in 4th gear . 40 miles on the bike (wiht air in the back tire). The tube was pinched so hard that it has two 1.5 inch slits where the tire and rim had a close encounter of the violent kind. Did I mention that we had a tire patch kit? Hey... who used to glue? Oh... there it is . Patched both slits. Found another hole . Patched it . Aired it up again. Found that the tube was seperated form the valve stem as well . I know it's the rocks falt that we didn't pack an extra tube... This time.