Sometimes Things Just Break We don’t know why my axle snapped on the first mile of an easy ride. We don’t know why my clutch sounds like a dying goose but still runs like a dream. We don’t know why my buddy’s junkyard $6000.00 dollar RzR 800 special olympic piece of crap with zip ties and duct tape can survive a rock crawl garden with ease —but a $30K rig throws a tantrum when it sees a puddle? The truth is, the SxS life is a weird mix of trail magic and mechanical mayhem. You can check every bolt, clean every filter, and torque every nut—and your machine will still find a new and exciting way to betray you. My point is ….. we learn to shrug. To laugh. To carry three times the tools we think we’ll need. We wave to our buddies as they tow us back, and we tip our hats to the SxS gods, who giveth and very enthusiastically taketh away. I mean really….they are after all, man made machines ???? Because sometimes things just break. Sometimes they don’t. And somehow, it’s still some of the best fun in the world. It’s one of the reasons we ride in group’s, it’s the reason we surround ourselves with like minded people and it’s the reason we fix what’s broke and continue to ride.Let the unknown happen—just don’t forget a tow strap, some duct tape and a few good friends.