I remember the first time I went 4-wheeling with out my dad. I first went to the dunes and followed a bronco II and Izusu down a small trail and blew my tire in my full size bronco on a tree stump sticking out the side of the skinny trail. I changed it and rode around all day in the dunes. Went back into town and hit a mud pit area. Followed everyone else and happend to slip into a large rut under some water that was so deep I could not touch the bottom with an 8' stick. Had to go out to my buddies dads get his 2500 chevy with winch and chock blocks to pull me out. I had to get out of the bronco by rolling down the window and jumping off the hood. Not a good deal but luckily it was thick mud and the seals on those trucks doors are great. A new alternator and shocks and tire and my dad let me off the hook. A very expensive first day of wheeling though.