Post by beaverclever02 on Oct 17, 2011 18:59:09 GMT -6
Okay So 5:25am Barncat gives me the offical "OK" so we are going to Deepwater. A loaded and get there, ok. Not even 5min into the trail I'd say like 200yds. and.............
took over 30mi of struggling exaustion, belt smoking from Barncat, he tried like hell and could't budge the guy I tried couldn't, it finally took another group of guys to help us make 15 peeps total pulling on a tow strap to lift and drag the hunk of crap out. "MAN POWER".. Now our group consisted of 2 banshees, me and another Z400, a scrambler 400, and barncat on the newkfx700. We rode and we raced and rode some more, of course you know banshee mentality, and we had lots of fun hill shooting.
Well than a great hill came upon us. The banshees throttle was no match for the hill he kept spin loose.
Then this guy hit every tree on the way up...several times. this time he throttled at the wrong time..
He rode that quad the rest of the day with no injury to the rider or bike... Turns out I made it up first attmpt and made it look easy. Shortly after we went back to camp for water, half the group went home, leaving me barncat and Chris on the white Z and one banshee. Well we left leaving the banshee at camp not sure what he was doing, and rode deep into the woods. It was dusty as hell so you had to space out quite a bit. I was in the lead and coming around a sharp bend saw a large puddle and took the dry path to the left of it, stopped and turned to see the Z flying thru the "SHALLOW" far left side of it. Then comes Barncat, he sees us on the other side and ripples across the water so he pins it and assumes we all crossed the middle, not true. Now sad to say this I did not get picks of due to the water and and the upcoming situation. I think to myself ooohhhh fuuudddggee, as his quad enters and nose dives...So much so that his bars were completly submerged, the forward lunge was so severe that all you could see was his rear tires out of the water grab bar in the air, and he must have been holding on tight cause he followed the motion with the visor of his helmet coming within 8" of the water. when he stopped I yelled "Keep it runnin " but that was too late. he was standing on his quad with water up to the seat. Turns out that puddle was deep. We managed to get him out to dry land, tried starting once and it wouldn't even turn. Our buddy ran back to camp to get a tow strap and we began franticly racing the sun to figure out the problem airbox full, drivebox full, oil full..water everywhere. Chris came back with a ratchet strap but left to go find our buddy on the banshee. Once we figured we couldnt get it going we strapped up and started the ever carful process of pulling him back to camp. Note to self...Barncat...Buy a jetski.....That is the heaviest quad I have ever pulled, 2mi of washout and woods but hey we made it home...
took over 30mi of struggling exaustion, belt smoking from Barncat, he tried like hell and could't budge the guy I tried couldn't, it finally took another group of guys to help us make 15 peeps total pulling on a tow strap to lift and drag the hunk of crap out. "MAN POWER".. Now our group consisted of 2 banshees, me and another Z400, a scrambler 400, and barncat on the newkfx700. We rode and we raced and rode some more, of course you know banshee mentality, and we had lots of fun hill shooting.
Well than a great hill came upon us. The banshees throttle was no match for the hill he kept spin loose.
Then this guy hit every tree on the way up...several times. this time he throttled at the wrong time..
He rode that quad the rest of the day with no injury to the rider or bike... Turns out I made it up first attmpt and made it look easy. Shortly after we went back to camp for water, half the group went home, leaving me barncat and Chris on the white Z and one banshee. Well we left leaving the banshee at camp not sure what he was doing, and rode deep into the woods. It was dusty as hell so you had to space out quite a bit. I was in the lead and coming around a sharp bend saw a large puddle and took the dry path to the left of it, stopped and turned to see the Z flying thru the "SHALLOW" far left side of it. Then comes Barncat, he sees us on the other side and ripples across the water so he pins it and assumes we all crossed the middle, not true. Now sad to say this I did not get picks of due to the water and and the upcoming situation. I think to myself ooohhhh fuuudddggee, as his quad enters and nose dives...So much so that his bars were completly submerged, the forward lunge was so severe that all you could see was his rear tires out of the water grab bar in the air, and he must have been holding on tight cause he followed the motion with the visor of his helmet coming within 8" of the water. when he stopped I yelled "Keep it runnin " but that was too late. he was standing on his quad with water up to the seat. Turns out that puddle was deep. We managed to get him out to dry land, tried starting once and it wouldn't even turn. Our buddy ran back to camp to get a tow strap and we began franticly racing the sun to figure out the problem airbox full, drivebox full, oil full..water everywhere. Chris came back with a ratchet strap but left to go find our buddy on the banshee. Once we figured we couldnt get it going we strapped up and started the ever carful process of pulling him back to camp. Note to self...Barncat...Buy a jetski.....That is the heaviest quad I have ever pulled, 2mi of washout and woods but hey we made it home...