Me and a friend of mine, brandon, went rideing the back roads last night. He drove the o'l scrambler 500, I drove my raptor. The lake we went to is at the end of a mile long black top road, has about 20 speed bumbs at the end so you don't run off in the lake. Theres also a parking area coverd in gravle and a nice hill close to the water. Anyway... We were cruising down that road and I cut off through the parking area, was wide open in third and slideing completely sideways. Got back on the main road again and we idled down to the lake. When we get down there i start to climb the hill, I end up bottoming out and having to roll back down it. After i get back to the bottom I had to recrank it and back away from the hill... While I was backing up I spotted 3 guys on foot, one was walking straight for me and was staring me down. He kept coming towards me so I stopped to see what his problem was. He said "On your way outta here try to keep it kinda quite, my sons trying to sleep up there in one of those apartments...". I was like alright.... Well he turns around and they walk off. I drive over to where brandon was sitting and park by him and tell him what the guy said... Then this old crappy car comes flying down to us and parks right in front of us. Its another guy and his wife. The guys totally spazzed out and says " Dont you think that things a little loud to be rideing out here so late at night? " I'm like, " I dunno.. What time is it ? " At this time he gets outta his car... looks at his watch and says.. " Its 9 o'clock " I start laughing at him.. This really must have pissed him off cuz then he whips out his cell phone and proceeds to dial what i assume was 911... Being 3 digits and all. So i set there for a second and look up at him raising my head and ask completly calm... " Who ya callin there.... ? " He says... " Well who do you think i should call ? What do you think you need to do ? " Im like... " I dunno who you need to call but I'm fixin to go home... " He says... " I'm calling the law... " I laugh at him again and say... " Well..... Their gonna have to catch me... " All while LMAO... He says... " You can suck my **** you little punk..." I say while rideing off almost running over his foot " F U 2 U Bassturd " At this time i really wanted to give his car and him all kinds of hail damage that even the insurance company would be proud of.... But instead I hauled butt back up the road being as loud as possible. The other 3 guys were about 330 feet away almost in the middle of the road half way up where the speed bumbs were. I must have passed them going atleast 75 missing them only by inches. Never felt a single speed bump I was going so fast. I get to the end of the road and proceed too rev my engine to the limiter, over, and over, and over, and over... Trying to be as loud as possible of course. Seemed like i had to wait forever for brandon to catch up. When he did the car was following him so i had to block them off and let him get far enough ahead of me so that couldn't follow. Anyways.... I wanna go back and set off like 5,000 black cats at 1 in the mourning or something. I'm still pissed off....

 

Bastards!!!!!!!!!!

 

yeah people can be like that. When I had my old warrior I got hit by a farmer, he was in his truck and came out of nowhere from this barn and skidded to a stop in the middle of an acess lane and tried to roadblock meand my buddy I was riding with (scrambler), my buddy went in front of the truck(he was ahead of me), the farmer tried to hit him but my buddy went so far in the corn the farmer stopped. Then I was starting to go behind the truck, then the d@mn guy threw the thing in reverse and gunned it, well it was too late for me to get farther away, in a second the warrior was hit and wedged INTO the rear tire of the truck (had to see it to get what I'm saying), somehow I managed to stay on the quad. Then I unwedged the warrior and went over to this j@ck and tried to see what his problem was. (I shoulda been like, ok you can get me for a $500 tresspassing fine, but in a couple of months I'm going to own this farm, the law these days can help you or hurt you) It ended up he just told me that I shouldnt be riding here, even though I had permission from him, I wasnt in the mood to try to explain all this so I just got on my quad and left. Straight down the road to the house and parked it in the woods in case he called the cops, he did. I saw about 4-5 cop cars go all over the place in the next 10 minutes. My buddy meanwhile had seen what had happened from a distance and then went in the other direction to his relatives house and hid the scrambler behind the house. All in all we got only around 30 mins of riding that day, sorry for the long story and theres probably 5 mistakes in there,

Patrick