Jacob

Thank you, Wes.

Glad to be here.

I was living down in Westport.

It was the late spring of 2006.

My ex's father had found this pretty cool spot to take the quads out by some power lines.

It's like the woods on the edge of Dartmouth and Westport.

It's been a lot of years since I've been there.

And it was one Saturday morning.

I didn't have any work.

My my ex's dad had said, hey, the trailer soaked up to my truck.

You want to throw your bike on it and go take it out for a little while.

At that time, my ex and her mother had gone out shopping and my daughter was not even a year old at the time.

So they went off and did their own thing for the day.

And I was like, OK, cool.

So I loaded up my quad.

I had an old blaster at the time.

mechanically it was sound, uh, visually it looked like it was being held together with duct tape and bubble gum.

It was just living on a dream.

And, uh, he, you know, kind of pointed me in the right direction of where this was.

I'd been there, you know, a couple, a couple of three times, but never, never with the quad, just doing normal stuff.