4-wheeler fun… (non-fiction)


We had a 4-wheeler and the kids loved it. We lived back on a lake with plenty of woods and trails to ride through. Usually they were fighting over it or trying to get it away from their dad. This day dad was washing the vehicles and I don’t remember where the girls were. So our son who was under 12 years old was riding it.

All of a sudden he comes tearing up the long dirt road and swerves into our driveway at the end and stops it and jumps off and runs into the garage and then into the house. My husband and I looked at each other wondering what was going on. Just then a cop car comes down the dirt road, stops and looks the 4-wheeler over. He then gets out of the car and walks over to us.

He wanted to know who had been riding it because it fit the description of the complaint they received. My husband yelled at our son to get outside. He comes haltingly out of the house.

He asked the cop what happened? It seems that a 4-wheeler fitting that description had been out on the regular road and doing donuts and stuff. If ridden on the road it needed a plate and insurance, which we didn’t have. He was supposed to be on the trails through the woods next to our house.

The cop then seriously looked at my son and said, “Son, we have a complaint filed from the people on the other road saying that you were riding up and down the road and doing donuts. If that complaint is filed than you will not get your license until you are 21 years old.”

My husband assured him he would take care of it and headed over to talk to the people. Thankfully he was able to get them to drop the complaint. That didn’t get him out of punishment though. No 4-wheeler riding for quite some time.

Now if the kid had been smart he would have hid the 4-wheeler in the garage and not himself. The cop would have probably just continued driving.

Tessa

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