Gunslinger808
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Or, how I spent a few hours out.
Been a while since I took out the old quad, always been a good one, never left me stranded, and I think I've rebuilt everything there is to rebuild on this old thing.
Yeah, I've got a couple new ones and a Ranger, but this monster is fast, 4X4, and never gives up.
So we crused the suburban hood for a few.
The old work beast, 10 years old and still a winner:
The neighbors ranch, recently he's gotten into raising mini animals like horses (no it's not a Shetland):
Mini Brahma bulls, this guy was cool, sorta like a big dumb dog (and yes, it's full grown):
The ride over meant I needed to cross what we euphemistically call a river, it's about 2-3 foot deep, but I know the area very well and know the bottom composition is rock:
Stopped in the middle of the mighty Gila (pronounced Hela long E) river, you really do have to be carefull, a flash flood from the mountains will turn it into a killer if you miss the signs:
One last pic of the old beast under the bridge on the way home:
Could have stopped at the bar on the way home (right at the bridge end on the Highway), but the wife had ribs she'd BBQd, and I sure wasn't going to let them get cold!
Been a while since I took out the old quad, always been a good one, never left me stranded, and I think I've rebuilt everything there is to rebuild on this old thing.
Yeah, I've got a couple new ones and a Ranger, but this monster is fast, 4X4, and never gives up.
So we crused the suburban hood for a few.
The old work beast, 10 years old and still a winner:

The neighbors ranch, recently he's gotten into raising mini animals like horses (no it's not a Shetland):

Mini Brahma bulls, this guy was cool, sorta like a big dumb dog (and yes, it's full grown):

The ride over meant I needed to cross what we euphemistically call a river, it's about 2-3 foot deep, but I know the area very well and know the bottom composition is rock:

Stopped in the middle of the mighty Gila (pronounced Hela long E) river, you really do have to be carefull, a flash flood from the mountains will turn it into a killer if you miss the signs:

One last pic of the old beast under the bridge on the way home:

Could have stopped at the bar on the way home (right at the bridge end on the Highway), but the wife had ribs she'd BBQd, and I sure wasn't going to let them get cold!
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