Way home some buddies are camping and have a guys new 900 trail rzr down there on the private land…so we fill back up to do some riding and we’re both curious about the rzr since we’ve never ridden in one. We get there and the two buddies camping told us about their roll over onto the side they had shortly before we got there..no biggie, no damage other than pride.
I took my ride and was impressed with the plushness, Geerig went for his ride, I unloaded my quad after they left and on way back rzr guy wanted to "show me" my quad couldn’t keep up with his new rzr….he took a corner too hot, they ended up on the roof LOL. No harm, just a bent roll cage, oil soaking Geerig’s shirt, yada yada.
So went back this evening to sit around the camp fire and bs, nobody will ride with the guy with the rzr…cuz "we just know"….well Geerig decides to hop in. They were gone awhile and we hear them pull up. Geerig comes limpin over the camp fire "he fucked me up dude"…you guys flip again? no..had a branch come thru the floor and stab my foot.
Trail busting the perfect combination, a downed tree with a stubbed branch with a spear end, went through the top arm, over the axle (as a guide so to speak), through the plastic "skid plate", through the floor board, through Geerigs shoe and into the bottom of his foot LOL.
Chances of that, I’d like to know the odds but gotta be 1:million.
So I gave him a handful of vicatin, they iodine’s and "butterflied" it together at camp with band aids…just have a feeling he’s gunna be sore for a bit. Right in the outside edge of his left foot is a nice 1" gash where the branch stabbed him LOL.
