From the article…
They certainly beat sitting in car traffic towing your sand rail or three wheeler past a bunch of meth labs to glamis[sic]
As an adolescent I had an ATV, as did my younger brother and my father. We didn’t really bother with long trips to the dunes, we drove out the BLM land and rode around out there, 30 minutes from home. We could prep and load up the ATVs and supplies the night before, head out first-thing in the morning, ride for several hours getting away from everyone else, return to the truck and trailer in the afternoon, stop by a carwash to clean the quads, and be home by dusk. Or, we could take them up to the mountains for a long weekend and be home and ready to go to school or for Dad, to work, the next day.
Once I got a driver’s license the excitement of the quad wore off, but I still enjoy getting out into the desert from time to time, and unlike a boat, I don’t have to spend a considerable amount of time or money on maintenance.
