The brilliant sun is piercing your eyes as you wake. You squint and attempt to make out your surroundings. You have no idea where you are or how you got here. As you roll over to prop yourself up you realize you are on the ground, in the woods.
You have all your riding gear on and your bike is parked next to you with your helmet resting on the bars.
It seems every bone and muscle aches as you stumble to your feet. You touch your hand to your head and feel a sharp pain. As you pull your hand back, you notice blood on your fingers. Looking around, it becomes apparent you are deep in the woods.
"I couldn't have fallen," you mumble to yourself, "because my bike is on the kickstand." Your last vivid memory was Memorial weekend, barbecuing with your family. You are not sure how much memory you lost, but what you are sure of is that you want to get out of the woods and go home!