So I stalled my quad in the middle of a puddle at silver, about a foot and a half deep. Couldn't get it started afterwards, so I called up the people I was with to come retrieve me. Looked like a sitting duck.
I literally watched 20+ trucks, buggies, and quads drive right by me and nobody even thought twice about stopping to lend a hand for five minutes. Once my buddies showed up, a dozen plus trucks and quads show up to watch. I wasn't buried or anything, just didn't feel like being soaking wet.
Wtf man wtf. I would have stopped every time.
2003 gmc 1500hd quadrasteer "Miley"
2000 jeep cherokee "Herman"
1946 CJ2a "The Kernel"
1977 Ranger 150a bass boat
1987 Yamaha Moto 4 quad
1984 Trac Escot
1989 Cub Cadet 1320