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<blockquote data-quote="Travace" data-source="post: 13372" data-attributes="member: 111">ok i guess ill tell one here. when i was a child about 2 times a year we would meet up with family who had a garage full of toys to go camping and <img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/ride.gif"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":ride:" title="Ride&nbsp; &nbsp; :ride:" data-shortname=":ride:" />. Well i always got put on the hay hauler quads as i was pretty inexperienced.&nbsp; My cousin who was a few years younger then me was a pretty good rider and he rode pretty much every weekend.&nbsp; So we are about to head out on a trip and some of the adults tell me DON'T try to race roy.&nbsp; I say OK and off we go.&nbsp; Everything is going good and we are having a fun ride when we get into this wash that had lots of tracks from previous riders already.&nbsp; My cousin gets on it and is starting to leave me as i can barely see his dust around the next curve. So i get on it thinking i cant let my YOUNGER cousin just dust me like this.&nbsp; Next thing i know is my tires got into someone elses track and the quad was so big and i was so small it felt like riding one of those Disneyland car rides where you are on a set track.&nbsp; BAMMMM right into this really thick thorny bush.&nbsp; I was ok and no one was there to see me do it so i put it in reverse back out and on my way i go with the plan of not telling anyone i crashed.&nbsp; So i get back to camp and i do exactly that, i try to play it off like nothing happened. one of the adults asks me if i crashed and i say NO.&nbsp; then someone pulls out a mirror and i take a look at my face... i had a perfect circle of a bunch of scratches right were the opening of the helmet was.&nbsp; <img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/doh.gif"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":doh:" title="Doh&nbsp; &nbsp; :doh:" data-shortname=":doh:" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="Travace, post: 13372, member: 111"] ok i guess ill tell one here. when i was a child about 2 times a year we would meet up with family who had a garage full of toys to go camping and :ride:. Well i always got put on the hay hauler quads as i was pretty inexperienced. My cousin who was a few years younger then me was a pretty good rider and he rode pretty much every weekend. So we are about to head out on a trip and some of the adults tell me DON'T try to race roy. I say OK and off we go. Everything is going good and we are having a fun ride when we get into this wash that had lots of tracks from previous riders already. My cousin gets on it and is starting to leave me as i can barely see his dust around the next curve. So i get on it thinking i cant let my YOUNGER cousin just dust me like this. Next thing i know is my tires got into someone elses track and the quad was so big and i was so small it felt like riding one of those Disneyland car rides where you are on a set track. BAMMMM right into this really thick thorny bush. I was ok and no one was there to see me do it so i put it in reverse back out and on my way i go with the plan of not telling anyone i crashed. So i get back to camp and i do exactly that, i try to play it off like nothing happened. one of the adults asks me if i crashed and i say NO. then someone pulls out a mirror and i take a look at my face... i had a perfect circle of a bunch of scratches right were the opening of the helmet was. :doh: [/QUOTE]

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