4 Wheelers

MM and AM lived out in the country outside of town. Their roads (or lanes) weren't paved. They lived two lanes apart (2.5 miles) and MM owned a 4 wheeler, or ATV so she would often drive us to AM's, or pick us up at AM's or just come meet us at AM's.

One of us would sit behind MM, and another one or two of us would sit on the back on top of the bars. It hurt like crazy and we often had sore or bruised butts, especially after big dips! Even though MM tried to avoid them and slow down when she saw one.

One night, it was MM driving, me in the middle, and AM on the back. It was dark, and we couldn't really see, even with the headlight and MM went over a big dip and AM flew off the back. It was one of the funniest things ever, and of course, she was okay.

I was always afraid to drive a 4 wheeler. Afraid I would either crash or just somehow hurt myself. I did it a few short times, and the last time I did it, I hurt myself. I was out in the pasture at MM's grandparents and I cut a corner too sharp and caught the wire fence. It ripped through my tennis shoes and my pants leaving a huge scar on my leg. It wasn't deep, but it left a dark 5 inch scar once it healed, making it look much worse than it was. It's just a skin-toned, slightly raised line now. AM was rather freaked out, it was quite comical.

In high school, MM's family was hosting an exchange student from Australia and he was riding around on the 4 wheeler. AM, MM and I were standing near the edge talking and all of a sudden AM and I are flat on our backs from the exchange student crashing into us. AM has tire marks over her stomach and my leg hurts. We were both just bruised, but that was pretty much the last time she and I were around 4 wheelers.

Still, I have fond memories of traveling back and forth between their houses. It was fun, and something I couldn't do at home.