I’m 68.
While riding alone yesterday I decided to go down a narrow path that separated 2 large ponds. About 20 feet in, my 700 Grizzly got stuck in mud. Like an idiot, I jumped off the Grizzy, and walked around it to the front. Almost immediately both my legs sunk into the mud. I am 6’2” and that means I was 36” deep. I panicked. My heartbeat must have been 200. The Grizzly was still running, floating on its skid plate on the soupy mud. I could not reach the key or shut off switch. I realized I should not have jumped off the machine. To make matters worse, I was wearing very heavy motocross boots. The mud was like glue. I had nothing within reach to grab onto. My heart felt like it was going to burst. (I’m not a very skilled of experienced mudder, I guess)
While riding alone yesterday I decided to go down a narrow path that separated 2 large ponds. About 20 feet in, my 700 Grizzly got stuck in mud. Like an idiot, I jumped off the Grizzy, and walked around it to the front. Almost immediately both my legs sunk into the mud. I am 6’2” and that means I was 36” deep. I panicked. My heartbeat must have been 200. The Grizzly was still running, floating on its skid plate on the soupy mud. I could not reach the key or shut off switch. I realized I should not have jumped off the machine. To make matters worse, I was wearing very heavy motocross boots. The mud was like glue. I had nothing within reach to grab onto. My heart felt like it was going to burst. (I’m not a very skilled of experienced mudder, I guess)