Mutha Goes Muddin'
An ATVirgin hops aboard the most controversial vehicle in Maine.
By Elizabeth Peavey photography by Jeff Scher
My shoulders ache and my hands are numb. The stupid gloves I selected for this ride - suede work gloves (suede work gloves? what was I thinking?) - have soaked through. The rest of my raingear seems to be standing up to the weather, but, quite frankly, my bum has gone to sleep from all this sitting, so I could be damp down to my polypropylenes for all I know. It's raining so hard that, despite my helmet and eyeglasses, I can feel water cascading down my eyeballs. "It is raining on my eyeballs," I might remark to myself, if I weren't using all my mental and physical energies to just keep the great machine beneath me from hurtling off into the woods or flipping over.
