My yard became a track. It started simple with just a little electric jeep, and it’s escalated to dirt bikes and 4-wheelers. Sometimes the track is more used than other times. You can always tell from the size of the ruts in the grass, or if the grass is completely worn away in places. This obsession is not age specific. Any moron can participate. Oh, and just because I’m not in the pictures does not mean I’m not lumped in with the morons. I’ve ridden all of the vehicles pictured, including Jackson’s 4-wheeler. It’s not just a moronic boy thing, at least not in this house! I’m blaming it on a lifetime with not enough broken bones and a mother not afraid to say no.
