Major entertainment for three 11 year old boys. We would sit in the bag and get drug in circles around my grandparents back lot. One ride would last till u let go, fell out of the bag, or the bag ripped while going over the driveway to get back to the grass. Our resident driver was always chad goodfellow who alone managed to flip an ATV over an on to himself two separate time with separate ATVs. one incident required air lifting to the ER. None the less he had somehow proven himself competent to me and hox, the riders. I swear chad had more fun trying to whip us onto pavement or into trees than than anything else. the game was over when a dog shit skid mark destroyed my Gotcha shirt while i was supermaning at high speeds.
