Rules to riding a 4 wheeler up a steep mountain
1. Make sure you know what you are doing.
2. Make sure the vehicle can actually produced the power required to drag you up the mountain.
3.Make sure you have brakes.
4. Make sure it isn't a cleverly disguied plan concocted by your friends to kill you.
Last friday and saturday I went camping and 4 wheeling with friends. I had never ridden of them till this weekend and I learned a hell of a lot more than I wanted to about them.
Friday was the first time they got me on one. They had a spare and let me use it(no one told me it was the gimp of 4 wheelers). I was doing fine on open road but I still had no idea about downshifting to climb slopes or lean forward when going up to balance the machine. I took up a hill without thinking when suddenly the 4 wheeler flipped back on me. I couldn't think of anything except to fall back, pull my legs in then push upand forward real quick to make the machine use its momentum to sail over me(which it did) and use my momentum to flip up onto my legs really quick. My friends told me it was the coolest thing they had ever seen. I just was glad nothing had crushed me. I should have learned then but NO I was dumb and decided to ride one Saturday.
Saturday was a 2 hour trip that turned into 6 hours of torture. I was learning more and more how to operate the machine and when to use certain gears. I started up a hill when I couldn't get any traction. My friend screams drop it down a gear. I do this and suddenly find myself going over the side of a mountain. I freak out and try the brake to find out it isn't working and plunge backwards as the machine starts to flip. I push myself off before it flips completly and tumble down the hill ahead of the machine screaming like a madman. I ram up against a tree and think i'm safely out of its path when it its a rock or something and switches into my direction. I pushed myself off the tree and tumbled backwards more until i hit a log and the 4 wheeler got lodged against a tree. I come out of my daze and noticed a limb from the lock when in on side of my shirt and out the other, it narrowly missed going into my shoulder but a fraction of an inch.
Needless to say I didn't ride any 4 wheelers for the rest of the weekend. Though I ended up scared to death I still enjoyed the trip over all.
1. Make sure you know what you are doing.
2. Make sure the vehicle can actually produced the power required to drag you up the mountain.
3.Make sure you have brakes.
4. Make sure it isn't a cleverly disguied plan concocted by your friends to kill you.
Last friday and saturday I went camping and 4 wheeling with friends. I had never ridden of them till this weekend and I learned a hell of a lot more than I wanted to about them.
Friday was the first time they got me on one. They had a spare and let me use it(no one told me it was the gimp of 4 wheelers). I was doing fine on open road but I still had no idea about downshifting to climb slopes or lean forward when going up to balance the machine. I took up a hill without thinking when suddenly the 4 wheeler flipped back on me. I couldn't think of anything except to fall back, pull my legs in then push upand forward real quick to make the machine use its momentum to sail over me(which it did) and use my momentum to flip up onto my legs really quick. My friends told me it was the coolest thing they had ever seen. I just was glad nothing had crushed me. I should have learned then but NO I was dumb and decided to ride one Saturday.
Saturday was a 2 hour trip that turned into 6 hours of torture. I was learning more and more how to operate the machine and when to use certain gears. I started up a hill when I couldn't get any traction. My friend screams drop it down a gear. I do this and suddenly find myself going over the side of a mountain. I freak out and try the brake to find out it isn't working and plunge backwards as the machine starts to flip. I push myself off before it flips completly and tumble down the hill ahead of the machine screaming like a madman. I ram up against a tree and think i'm safely out of its path when it its a rock or something and switches into my direction. I pushed myself off the tree and tumbled backwards more until i hit a log and the 4 wheeler got lodged against a tree. I come out of my daze and noticed a limb from the lock when in on side of my shirt and out the other, it narrowly missed going into my shoulder but a fraction of an inch.
Needless to say I didn't ride any 4 wheelers for the rest of the weekend. Though I ended up scared to death I still enjoyed the trip over all.