I’ve driven a quad a bunch of times, but almost entirely just on our Nova Scotia property to plow the snow. Jeff bought me a new helmet with more chin/face coverage, and took me out to learn how to drive the thing.
I couldn’t imagine a nicer group of people. Everyone knew it was my first time out, so they kept me in the middle of the pack while I got more comfortable, and soon I was doing a decent job of keeping up and not holding people back! We were going a good 50-70 km/hr at times!
We visited a really remote old farm.
No one is living here now, so we respectfully looked around and closed the doors tight behind us. Most of the buildings look like someone just walked away one day and never returned, leaving even their food behind.
Everyone was really good about stopping and checking on one another, telling me when to switch to 4×4 (for a melting glacier), and to make sure the next person saw which fork the leading pack took.
We were really muddy. Glad I wore my snow pants! I put almost 190 km on my new ride, and rode for about 9.5 hours. I lifted my butt for every bump, and by the next day, my thighs were so sore, I joked I needed handicap bars to get on and off the toilet! (I’m not sure I was joking!)
Turns out my Fitbit doesn’t understand quad’ing though, and thought I climbed 280 floors on my own. Actually my broken old body agrees with my fitbit. HA!