I grew up riding a 110cc "Huma" quad till I was around 13 when I was able to get a 125cc trail bike. Riding around the few trails by where I live and bombing across fields were the only off road experience I was able to get in my younger years. Believe it or not ... not many of those skills have stuck with me, or maybe they weren't enough for this ride.

The ride up to the slide was fairly uneventful, my friend rode his quad up with no issues, and I only took a few spills going up from logs hiding underneath long grass. It wasn't until the ride down when we ran into some issues.

There is a large trail system that is around this location, and being curious about the area we decided to take the long way "home." This was a mistake. Within minutes we were greeted with a steep muddy slope that once we went down, we knew we had to keep pushing forward. The mud stayed for the entire ride, I lost count on how many times I dropped the bushpig, and it definitely did not get any easier to pick it up. Over half the time I had to wait for my friend's assistance to help me pick up the DR out of the deep pits of mud.