Kissing the front fender

I fell off so many times that I lost count. You had to keep the bike
over about 20 kph to stay on top of the sand. But when you front wheel
caught an edge it would instantly bury itself and I would go over the
handlebars. I dropped the bike so many times that in the end I was
having real trouble picking it up. To add insult to injury I got
nearly all the way through the park and came to a locked gate. I then
had to turn back and ride back out the way I came. It was 3 hours of
gut busting and I only escaped by the skin of my teeth. Needless to
say I was completey exhausted and no closer to the days finish point.