I was out riding with my dad Saturday afternoon. I was on my '85 ATC 250R and he was on his '85 QuadSport 230. We were on the road and the last thing I remember was coming up to a corner that had loose gravel on it (I was behind Dad and he wipped it sideways and drifted through it) but i guess i didn't make it and ate a barbedwire fence. Next thing I know i was laying in a hospital bed. I was in not quite 24 hours and i'm home now but i just want to remind you all that three wheelers were outlawed for a reason and are dangerous. Don't get me wrong though... I love my "R" and as soon as i can i'm gonna be out ridin' it.
all it takes is money
all it takes is money