Restoring BARN FIND Four-Wheeler! *Hasn't ran in 15 YEARS*

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Love these type of videos

We need to see what’s under the blankets sitting on military axels or the Dodge on the tractor tires!

I need a relationship like Braydon and bre

can we talk about the tractor truck in the background when he was loading the four wheeler in the beginning

good as new ✨

I know there’s tons of videos on YouTube of people fixing up old atvs but Braydon doing it is a whole different vibe

Just gotta say that you better keep her around bro she's a keeper. You found a good woman so treat her good which we all can see you do already

Is anyone else interested in what was under that tarp next to the grizzly in that barn with the big mud tires?🤔

Bre is an awesome addition to your channel man. Yalls chemistry is perfect!!

Been a fan since you started with j on the dirtbikes making the next door neighbor mad love to see how far you went crazy I looked up new videos as a lil kid and watched you till now love it man huge fan

It’s funny how nobody is talking about the mud truck in the background of the garage

Always a good day when braydon post 💀

The gyatt in the Timelapse

I have a 96 Yahmaha Timerwolf, its very warm natured, but after its warmed up for a while, I swear it can start in less than 1/2 a second, and it wheelies like a frickin' dream. Yahmaha for life! My Grandpa also has a 2006 Honda Rancher, doesn't matter the weather, it will ALWAYS start first try. So Honda is a close second when it comes to four-wheelers. (Atleast in my opinion)

Now Braydon needs his own grizzly.

Get your spot to prove you viewed with it 2 hours 👇

Braydon... She's and keeper!!!

Petition for Braydon to buy Bri a 2023 outlander 👇

I remember that day vividly, the day I got my four-wheeler stuck in a tar pit. It was a sunny afternoon, and the scent of adventure hung in the air as I set out on my off-road escapade. Little did I know the misadventure that awaited me. As I maneuvered through rugged trails and untamed terrain, my excitement grew with each bump and turn. The thrill of the open road coursed through my veins, pushing me to explore deeper into the wilderness. That's when I stumbled upon a peculiar sight—a shimmering, black pit that seemed to bubble under the sun's rays. Curiosity got the better of me, and against my better judgment, I decided to investigate. I approached the tar pit cautiously, my four-wheeler humming with anticipation. As I ventured closer, I could feel the ground growing softer beneath my tires, a foreboding sign that I chose to ignore. With a mix of awe and curiosity, I edged closer to the edge of the pit, hoping to catch a glimpse of what lay beneath the surface. But as I inched forward, my tires sank into the sticky, viscous tar. Panic gripped me as I realized the danger I had unknowingly placed myself in. Every attempt to reverse or move forward only worsened the situation. The wheels spun helplessly, the black goo enveloping them like quicksand. With each passing moment, my anxiety grew, and the reality of being trapped in the tar pit sank in. I assessed my options. My mind raced, searching for a way out of this sticky predicament. It was then that I remembered the tow rope I always kept in the back of my four-wheeler. Eagerly, I retrieved it and secured one end to a sturdy nearby tree, a glimmer of hope rekindled within me. Stepping carefully onto solid ground, I tied the other end of the rope to the hitch of my four-wheeler. The tar tugged at my boots as I maneuvered around, its grip threatening to pull me down too. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I hopped back onto the four-wheeler, gripping the handlebars with determination. With bated breath, I revved the engine, putting my trust in the rope and the power of the four-wheeler. Slowly, the tires fought against the grip of the tar pit, mud and tar splattering in every direction. The engine roared as I rocked back and forth, inching closer to freedom. After what felt like an eternity, my perseverance paid off. With one final surge of power, the four-wheeler lunged backward, breaking free from the clutches of the tar pit. A mix of relief and triumph washed over me as I surveyed the sticky mess left behind. Covered in tar and mud, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. It was a humbling experience, a reminder of the unpredictability of nature and the need for caution in our pursuit of adventure. From that day on, I carried the memory of the tar pit with me, a cautionary tale shared with fellow off-road enthusiasts. It serves as a reminder to respect the untamed wild and to approach every journey with a healthy mix of curiosity and preparedness.