I've hauled bike and rider out of the black rock near Trona. I was very lucky to find someone at the Sand Mound to haul him. We were the only people anywhere in the area.
Interesting that in that area (the dry lake is about 70 x 25 miles) you would hit another bike. Reminds me of the airplane stuck in the only tree in sight. Stuff happens.
"Dad, can I get a motorcycle when I grow up?"
"Son, you can't do both"