I was initiated in the late 80's in S. Dak. Badlands. I was cruising along about 60 or so when I spotted a sign that said "Pavement ends". Trouble was, it ended right at the sign and turned to 2" gravel. Next think I knew, some old Indian fella was lifting my bike off me. I don't know how long I was out. My passenger was several feet down the road with a gash on her elbow. We ended up walking and pushing the bike a couple miles or so to an Indian Reservation hospital to get her arm treated, which we were informed they weren't legally supposed to do but did anyway. After some sledge hammer adjustments to the bike we cut the trip short and headed home to Iowa.