Last weekend... Aug 5-8 2010
So took last thursday and friday off n went camping at the #2 site.
Pretty good time up till late saturday night.. more on that in a bitsy.
First a couple good pics:
K... I dont know what to do, but I think I may just end up soddering the cables, nuts n bolts to the damn batt terminals.. they just wont stay tight, red locktight, and tightened as much as I dare, and then some...
Someone left the Polaris sitting and idling. next I know we hear it revving UUUUUuup N DOWWWWwwwwwn, UUUP N DOWWWWwwwwn...
baby climbed aboard and tried to take off!!! Good thing it was in park! lol
doubt he could reach the brake!!! lmao. After the initial panick, I loved it!
Soo...
Saturday, my scuzin comes up, and a friend of his came for the evening/day.
We were out riding late and then slipped into town and picked up a flat of beer.
Along the trail theres four gates. Solid n heavy, chains latching them shut.
On one side or the other, theres a sorta bridge kinda thing with with metal tubes. (A cattle gate lol) which is wide enough for a quad/bike/snowmobile to fit through.
I was out front, ripping back to camp. I look back, no one there anymore.
I was like ****, c'mon guys. Pulled over to wait. Watching for lights. (This is an estimated 2-3:30 in the morn)
I know im a fair bit faster, but you shouldnt be THAT far behind.
well crap. they musta stopped for a smoke, or a beer, or broke down.
finaly a after a few minutes later, I turn and rip back thinkin either they broke down, or worse.
Sure as ****, I see their lights, then see the gates now open.
A little closer, the quads not in a good spot...
These pics are from the next mornin when we went back to retrieve it.
I had to beat the **** outta the rim to enable the front tire to turn wthout wedging against the upper A-arm/ball joint. Couldnt winch it onto the ruck.. the motor snapped/broke off the spool/reel etc on the winch.
The wheels are actualy turned slightly to the right. My cuzin was pretty sore, he was driving.
So I get there, and spanky is limping around holding his arm.
The other guy is dazed, blood running down his head.
The third machine, my inlaw, the polaris, is just sitting there not a clue what to do n ****.
so I back him up, check over spanky quick and he seemed to be mainly fine. Banged the hell up, but fine.
Get trevor over there into the light. ****.
it wasnt exactly gushing out his head, but it wasnt stoppin either.
So after a pause to recollect ourselves, I get trevor on the warrior with me, (Cuz its faster, and im more sensible than the inlaw.. lol) and spanky on with the polaris.
I began ripping back to camp and the vehicles, kept yelling at the guy to hold on tight, squeeze me. I could tell whenever he started to pas out cuz his grip would start to loosen up, his head would start bobbin off my back etc etc.
At one point he damn near slipped off. It began raining early on, n we were half frickin froze.
then sure as ****, just as I feared, I didnt have enough fuel to get back to camp!!!!
It hadnt been a concern before, and I may have made it if hadnt had to turn around, and then double another person.
running on reserve it began coughing n stuttering n dying out on me, and then thank the gods I got to the pits. wich is were all the local highschool kids etc go to party.
they even bought a big old search and rescue bus that they drive out, with a fancy stereo and many places for the drunks to pass out.
By this time its getting on around 4am-ish.
I fly in, upto the first car there, one of about 3 vehicles left.
"WHO THE FUCKS CAR IS THAT, WE NEED A RIDE!"
Turned out to be my girlfriends cuzin of all people.
by this time, Im half covered in blood, trevors covered in blood, we're half frozen.
Poor Shawn just looks at us and damn near dropped his drink.
"Holy ****! get in!"
so he drives us back to my camp, I toss the ramps off trevors truck, get him in, and away we go.
meet my inlaw and cousin on our way out, get him in the truck, and off to the hospital.
get there, the guy collapses at the front desk of the hospital.
in the end, I sat there, watched them stitch him up and all that jazz.
there was a couple cops there already, looks like they brought in some drunk/whatever teenage girls or something.
of course they see us covered in blood and all this, slurring words etc etc.
they were like what happened.
"Smashed into one those ******* gates on the trail between franchere and glendon."
Were you drinking?
"Ya, now **** off, Im not in the mood."
They kinda eyed us up n all that, but eventualy found better things to do, as we werent leaving till we'd been checked out.. of course I wasnt there to be checked out, but meh.
Besides, I fix their cars and do thier oil changes at my work.
(Ironicaly, I found out today at work that a co-wprker got put in the slam for the night and day, a misunderstanding because of some new jumpy cop.. trainy or from the city we dont know, but funny as **** since he rushed in and pepper sprayed everyone, including the other cops!!! and then pulled his gun. but thats a whole other storey.. lol)
at any rate, they stitched him up, let us out, we stopped at 7/11 grabbed some coffee n fuel, then went and retrieved the machines.. mine first of course.
when we loaded his quad I slammed the tailgate shut. he just kinda blinked.
he could never close his tailgate with the quad in it before.. lol
anyways.. lotsa good times. Lessons learnt.. maybe.. machine wrote off.
now my baffle/silencer/guts of my muffler/supertrapp is forcing its way out. lol
And people comming up again this comming weekend!! lol
(Different people.. lol)
OH! On a side note, I caught a CAN-am DS650 on one of the trails!!! He had about a 2 min start to boot!! Of course I was going hard n fast as I could push that thing, but ****.. I still cant belive how quick I caught him!!!
He ended up being at the pit party, and turned out to be a guy whose truck I fixed at work.
I've never been happier with the warrior than then, even though its not pefectly tunned yet. Well that and having it hold together for the emergency dash for camp ordeal.. lol
