Just gotta vent: So, I'm at the local public trail taking in the national forest scenery at a somewhat brisk pace. Cruising. Having fun. When what do I catch out of the corner of my eye??? A freak'n quad about to tee bone me. Some moron off the trail and no doubt having just finished playing in some little mud puddle off the trail is about to CROSS THE TRAIL. Unbelievable. I know for sure I have no chance of stopping, so I actually get on it harder. I'm praying (and this happened fast of course) that the quad god lumbering along at .25 mph is going to at least hit the break. Surely that 500 lb. chunk of metal could stop. But no, he meanders right onto the trail. Somehow, we miss. For once, I'm actually thankful for quad wide trails. I seriously wonder if the guy actually tried to hit me. It's hard to describe, but if he had any sense what-so-ever that I was there he could have stopped. Lord knows, he should have heard me coming a mile away. It was really weird. Had he been a deer or squirrel, I would understand it. They're stupid. But a real live human with a brain, ears, and eyes. :cry: I don't get it. No, I didn't stop and go back. I travel alone. Most quads don't. Further, most are well armed in my part of the country (hunters playing between the morning and evening hunt). At least I feel better now.