I used to own a beartracker. It was fun to beat the shit out of but almost killed me numerous times because there was no power on hills. When I started I had two riding friends and they had recons which is the honda 250. Mine was a little faster so I was happy with it. However I went to school one year and came back and they had 300ex's and killed me. Needless to say I couldn't take it anymore I needed a new quad. For like 7 years I have wanted a banshee and couldn't afford it. Finally a year latter I was able to buy one, keep in mind I never rode one or anything faster then a 300ex. By the way when I picked it up the dealer told me not to kill myself I really didn't know what to think of that.
So when I got home I did the warm up cool down thing three times, the whole time it was killing me I wanted to see if it was faster then those 300's. Not haveing any where to ride but my block I started off at 1/4 throttle and I was really disappointed to say the least. So after 3 lapes I was like this an't shit. So I went by my house in second gear, and was thinking I wonder what 3/4 throttle is like? So I hit it and it bogged from being riden like a bitch and then RREEEEEEEE! The dam thing pulled the wheels of the ground and scared the shit out of me.
I then rode back to my house and shut it off. It shocked me so much that I was shakeing. I instantly felt two things at that moment. One was that must have been a dum ass buying this crazy thing and it might kill me. The second was that I had just experinced the second greatest thing next to sex and was in love