And recovered today. About 11:30 AM EDT I get a phone call "Dude, my quad was stolen last night, can you help me find it?" So I'm like ah hell. This could end so hirrbly it isnt even funny. Well today, after I got home from taking my g/f to her place of employment, I went for a little ride. Didnt find anything. Morale wains. Well after doing a pool liner (easiest cash ever!) I decide I'm gonna go for a walk. Luckily, being the good mechanic I am, I remember all the details, like the tread pattern on the rear tires of my friends 300EX (quad in question). I found fresh tracks, not super fresh, but MAYBE 10mins. old. The thieves were about 10mins. ahead of me on this deal. After meandering around my usual stomping grounds which consist of the oh so awesome undergrowth and service roads for rail-road tracks, I come across some freshly bent vegetation. "Hmm..." I say quietly to myself. I found a nifty, fairly well covered (but not enough for me to miss it) trail going in to a thicket. Well after following said trail, and noticed a rotted, yet freshly crushed log, that lead to the basin of a big ol' mud puddle (which was empty, but still muddy) I see what appear to be footprints pressed on the ground in such a manner as a struggle to push something, as I turn to walk away a little glint of white catches my eye from a bush. VOILA!!! Theres the f*ckin quad! Pushed under/into a smaller, denser thicket then covered with CUT (not broken or ripped out) brush.
