One time in PR me and my little cousin were riding on a dirt road snaking through this wooded area on the side of Luquillo Beach. So there's these occasional big puddles and I told him to be careful cuz some might get deeper in the middle, but nope, "It's ok," and straight through he kept going with this big goofy Chesire Cat grin.
Anyways, I got around the edge of a road wide one and warned him yet again. Again, "It's ok" and peddling through he goes and ......... goes............ and........... then............ he starts to slow......... and suddenly his bike halts, and he's trying, but the bike ain't moving - forward that is - until finally it starts tilting sideways and splash into the freshly churned muddy water he goes.
Naturally I stood on the side and laughed while the dumbass had to get up then get his bike out as well.
Lesson learned?
So I thought, till a few years ago he and his famly were visiting here, and I related the story and they start cracking up. They live in Ft Worth now and him and his wife ride trails round there and yup, he STILL does the same thing to the same result! This is decades after!