yes. but here's the funniest one:
I go with a group of guys up into the Sierra Nevadas every year on quads for 3-4 days. One of them is considered an "expert" in Native American artifacts, and he gets permission from the Forestry to collect and catalog artifacts. The trip is a lot of fun, but extremely challenging. You have to know how to ride in extreme conditions and on all sorts of terrain. We go deep into the mountains, so if you hurt yourself, you're SOL.
Anyway, day 4 rolls around and we're heading back to the trucks. We hit a dirt road with nice soft sand and I'm thinking I'm in heaven, because my ass hurts really bad from riding on boulders & logs for 4 days. I'm the 3rd "man" in line. As soon as the guy in front of me is a clear distance away, I throttle my quad up into 5th gear and remain in a standing position (to relieve my sore ass) down this dirt road.
I didn't see the sharp right turn in time, so didn't have enough time to sit my ass down and downshift. I rolled that quad right off the road and down a 10 foot slope. Headfirst into a mesquite tree. Thorns in my forehead, blood on my face, and dirt/sand in every sweaty crevis n my body. (We'd already been in the mountains for 4 days anyway. - I was pretty ripe to begin with.)
My pride was hurt more than my body. My boyfriend rode up behind me helped me roll my quad back over and I got back to camp. Got my back put back in
D) and volunteered to go into town (Hawthorne, NV) with BF for ice, beer, pizza.
We get to the pizza place and I catch a look at myself in the windows. (holy shit. what a mess.) Bathroom is out of order, so I sit and wait for pizza while BF gets beer & ice at store next door. There are a group of women a few tables down that I wasn't paying attention to, until a shadow falls over me. I look up and there is a rather large woman with chin hairs staring down at me. She graps by bicep, gives it a squeeze, and says "You've got a great body. Would you like to hang out with me and my friends?" I look over at her friends. They all have chin hairs and boobs.
I declined politely and told her my boyfriend was next door getting beer. She said "That's too bad. You look like my kind of girl." (WTF?)
Unfortunately, my boyfriend witnessed that last part and laughed his ass off. We got back to camp and he told all the other guys. They all laughed their asses of. This was 2 years ago. They still make fun of me.