A good friend of mine pieced together really remote quad ride near the old mining town of Bagdad AZ and invited me along. I was told the ride would be long one, starting in the dark and ending in the dark and to be prepared for an awesome ride. I certainly wasn’t going to miss this one.
We arrived at the staging area at 6:30 AM after a 2 & 1/2 hour drive. It was a very crisp 39 degrees when we arrived. One of my co-workers had some Carlisle Black Rock tires he was talking off his quad so I decided to put them on mine to see how they perform even though they are about half warn.
As we head out towards the mountains I was amazed at the colors cascading across the vast desert floor as the morning sun started peaking over the mountains. The early light always makes for some of the best photos.
I just happened to look over to my left shoulder and saw a crested saguaro on top of a hill. These are very rare. I believe in all the thousands of miles of desert I have ridden I have only seen 8 or 9 of these ever.
Below are a few photos as we progress along our 80+ mile trip up and over many mountain trails along the way.
We came across a couple of cowboys on horses that were headed out to round up some of their cattle. I cannot imagine trying to find cows this vast countryside.
Within just a few miles we had climbed up one of the mountains and had this gorgeous view of the trail we were traveling.
A short time later as I was riding along there was a loud pop under my quad. As I came to a stop I wondered if I had a tire explode. I looked down and the tires were OK so I thought maybe an a-arm broke. As I got off and looked at the rear of my quad I was amazed to see the shock coil spring was off. Further investigation showed the shock had come unscrewed from the mount letting the coil spring loose. Fortunately Harold was behind me so he took off to gather the heard. When they arrived we went about securing the quad with a strap to another machine to hold the tire in the air. After taking the tire off we went about putting the shock back together.
Fortunately Harold found the 2 washers within 20 feet of where I stopped. Zane had some JB quick weld, so we put that on before screwing the shock back together. Zane also used 3 ratchet straps to compress the spring to get it back in place.
With the shock fixed we ventured on and eventually made it to an old homestead called the Yolo Ranch. I always love looking around all the old buildings and try to imagine how the people lived out in the back country 100 years ago.