Category: unplanned dismount
Location: Ft. Huachuca, AZ, USA circa 1995
Bike: Litespeed Obed FS
Bonus: FREE theraputic holistic mud skin treatment, value $300!

Monsoon season had passed several days hence, so my GF & I had gone off exploring some godforsaken dirt road where by surprise we discovered a nicely appointed picnic area off to one side. We were noodling around the ramadas and such, just sniffing around. Between 2 ramadas was a low area including what appeared to be sun-baked dried mud. I hadn't been in the area long and wasn't aware that it was not as it seemed. I began to glide down through the small depression, standing on the pedals for a stretch. I soon found out the expanse at the bottom was ash-gray mud, about the consistency of soft ice cream, with a dried baked layer at the surface.

My front wheel sunk in about halfway to the hub and the bike stopped. The event from there was lived in slow-motion from my perspective. I managed to get my right foot unclipped and out in front of me as the rear wheel lifted off the ground. For what seemed like several minutes (although I'm sure it was only seconds) I floundered with my right leg in the mud , my left leg extending behind me, left foot still clipped in, hands on the bars and the bike's rear wheel wavering side to side in the air as I TRIED not to faceplant in the slop. I did manage to land on my right side/shoulder with a godawful squishing sound, and my face only got a few small splashes of the nasty mud.

My girlfriend had gone around the area on the high ground and was watching the whole scene from the other side. She was laughing so hard she had to get off her bike and sit down. Soon I was laughing too.

No injuries, and it made for good laughs for the duration of the relationship.