That was one fucked up Saturday.
It all started pretty normal, I went to eat breakfast with friends of mine. There we started to debate where should we go afterwards. I was in the mood for some trip, but they said that weather becoming crappy and it's unlikely. So we decided to go to some near place - wild nature, weird flowers, a bit gay but well ok, lets check it out.
When we got in the area, we couldn't find the place. We got to some off road trail and I said "you stay here with the car and i'll try to check it out" because i was on my bike. Unfortunately I didn't considered that I was with elegant shoes... NEVER go off road on bike with fragile shoes!
Well there was part of the path with deep sand and the bike went crazy... somehow i didn't felt from it (afterwards we saw that place - there was like 40 meter of fucked-up-drift tire marks). And I got my shiny shoes ripped to pieces.
I got back to the guys, parked the bike and we went to wonder around. When we got back I said them: "don't wait for me, I know the way back home and will be there before you anyway". So they took off. I got on my bike prepared for way back and when I pressed the ignition button - nothing. Let me put it straight: I'm stuck with 190 kilogram kawasaki KLE in the middle of nowhere and 4% battery in cell phone. Fuck!
I unsuccessfully played with the ignition few minutes and decided to take it out of there and call the tow truck. I dragged the bike about a mile out the off road area till I got to some parking lot. Then I saw a descending road from the side of the parking lot. (!) So I took the bike to the beginning of descend, got on it, and... well, it worked. I had luck, cuz last time I run-started it was with help of 2 men pushing the bike.

I returned home all sweating with ripped shoes, pain in all body, angered on all the world, but still before my friends