To Braz and Chil the path was endless. Their quads were going to be going at full speed on the longest, hardest, bumpiest path of the country. All of this was just in the fields behind their back yard. One day the two boys sprinted over to the bike shed to find that their quads were missing. They heard the quads in the distance. Nobody was on them. It was as if the bikes had ghosts riders. They sped over to catch the bikes but they were exhausted when they got the starting line. They were gone.