Quad biking hydration

Quad’s The Matter With You?

I have long been fascinated with all forms of motorised transport, whether it be a simple run-around car to get me from A to B or a stunt bike that allows you, even invites you to risk life and limb in order to do something – well, something silly, frankly. But where I find the most enjoyment is in quad biking over rough terrain. It is something that is as close to total freedom as I can possibly imagine. I first had a go on my friend’s quad bike when he got it for Christmas about ten years ago. Although it could easily have stayed a childhood diversion, I found it too much fun to let go of, and I have been seeking out the ultimate course to take it on ever since.

The best thing about quad biking, for me, is that it allows you to really tackle the rougher terrain without worrying about damaging the bike or yourself. Throwing the bike around corners which are often filled with detritus from the surrounding terrain – as long as you are safely equipped with helmet and leathers – is just really liberating. But if you do have a spill it still hurts, and that’s something most people learn the hard way. I wouldn’t advise falling off simply to test the theory out. If you’re unlucky enough to come off at high speed you’ll find the theory is tested more than adequately. It is simply advisable to be as prepared as you can be for any accidents.

One thing I have found out through being into my high-energy sports is that water is magical. I don’t mean that it opens up a gateway to another dimension or anything silly like that, simply that it has so many uses that you would really be well-advised to always keep a bottle on you if you’re going to be out for any more than a few minutes. That was something I had proved to me when I took part in a race for fun with a local adventure sports group. I had thankfully thought to take a small backpack with me and strap it firmly to the bike before setting off. I say “thankfully” because I found when I attempted a tricky overtaking manoeuvre that my control over the bike was not absolute. I smacked into the safety fence and jarred my neck pretty nastily.

Thankfully there were marshals on the course and they got to me fairly quickly. They could have been better equipped, as all they really had was mobile phones to contact others. Although I was feeling quite groggy, I was able to communicate the presence of a hydration pack in my backpack, and a long gulp of cool water brought me right back to my senses. My race was over, but I was able to communicate much better with the marshals and didn’t even need to go to the hospital in the end. That was quite a relief, actually, because I find them pretty chilling places at the best of times.

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