So when we pulled in and saw that there was snow, we knew we had to fire the quads up for a trail ride. As with horses though, you can't simply saddle up after months of non-use. In our case, it wasn't frisky ponies that were the problem. Instead, we had a clogged up carburetor and 8 flat tires. All of that was easier (and quicker) to fix than ill-fitting tack and fresh horses.
While I can usually start my quad on my own, it just wasn't happening for this ride. Fortunately, my husband is as good with motorcycles as I am with horses. A few tweaks of the idling screw, some quick work with the throttle, and my bike sputtered to life. After airing up all eight tires, we were finally ready to hit the trail.
My husband is a great sport, and not because he has to be. He's just that kind of a guy. Even so, I always insist that he take the lead so that I can watch how he navigates the obstacles. In the back, I can also go as slowly as I need to without holding him up. He appreciates being free to go ripping off down the trail, but he always waits for me, and if it seems as though I'm taking too long, he'll double-back to check on me.
Fortunately for me, our regular trail was blocked by a massive tree so we had to ride on the road instead. I love riding the road as it is level side to side with plenty of curves to make it fun. It's a one-lane, paved road that climbs up over the mountain, and off-highway vehicles are prohibited for most of the year. Just above our cabin however, the road is closed throughout the winter which means OHVs have it all to themselves.