Quad’s Best Reader Photos!

Cassandra

July 26 2009
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Without you, where would we be? Well, probably sitting right where we are, but not having nearly as much fun as we are. SO, here’s a round-up of some of our favorite reader photos and letters that you’ve sent us. We can’t believe some of the places you guys bring Quad!

Monkeying Around With Quad

letter-sterling This letter came to us from the Philippines and Sterling (and his friend the monkey). We didn’t know how far-reaching Quad’s appeal was until we realized Sterling’s friend liked our magazine as much as he liked eating whatever he could find on the ground. Powerful stuff! Here’s Sterling’s letter:

This is a picture of me on my downtime here in the Philippines. I am currently deployed here and my girlfriend sends me Quad to read. Thank goodness for people like her. Time drags on here, and what better way to spend it than reading your magazine? I also like to show Rage here how fun it is to have a quad. I miss my LT-R450 in Arizona and can’t wait to start tearing up the track back home again. Thanks for writing such a great mag, and keep up the posters that come with it! —Sterling

A Mud-Filled Adventure

letter-mike They say a picture is worth a thousand words…so we think Mike here is doing a fine job of telling his story. He wrote to us:

I’ve had my share of getting stuck. In this picture, I had just put on a new set of ITP Mud Lites. I was so excited to check them out, especially since I hadn’t ridden in the mud for several months. I unloaded, warmed up my quad, and headed into one of the trail systems around Browns Camp (located about 30 minutes west of Portland, Oregon). I found this nice little mud puddle that couldn’t possibly be more than six inches deep. My plan was to creep into the shallow mud, come to a stop and then goose it to see how much grip these new tires really had. As I slowly entered the mud puddle, my quad’s front end started dropping more than expected. I hit the brakes but continued forward. I nailed the throttle and mud flew everywhere. When I could no longer grab enough traction to move and all the steam cleared, there I was drenched in mud and out of luck. Clearing off my goggles, I looked up at my wife as she was shaking her head.
Thankfully, there are a lot of good-hearted ATVers out on the trails. With some help, I ended up using three tie-downs and a come-along; slowly but surely we got my quad out. Two hours later I was all “Warn” out. The tires sure did clean out nice, though.