Whenever you are lucky enough to happen upon the unique animal known as a quad rider, 92.4% of the time you will find him doing one of three things. He will be coming right at you with no intention of swerving or stopping. He will be sitting there [pick one] drinking a beer/smoking something/sleeping. Or, he will be stuck in a big ass mud hole.
We discovered this speciman on our mid-May trip down to the Wayne National Forest in Ohio. Apparently, this water crossing was a little deeper than he thought. Or so we assumed.
"No. I meant to do that," he said, when we suggested that was a bad bit of luck he had there. "I knew I'd get stuck."
Sure, there are dopes on dirt bikes who enjoy activities such as running their bikes into trees, ghost riding them off of sand dunes, flipping them into a crowd of their buddies, etc., etc. However, natural selection tends to thin out their numbers (and their equipment) rather quickly. Not so for quad riders. They persevere.
Say what you will about quads and the guys who mount them. They may be weird, but they are resilient in their weirdness.
