My buddy and I were riding last Friday when he gave me the lead on the trail. I run us down a fairly new looking trail that still has grass/weeds on it. Anyways, it turns left to a steep short down hill for about 20 yards, then drops off at around 80°. The other way is off camber and may be doable.

So I park the Grizz and get ready to scout ahead. He also parks and hops off. As we were marveling about the drop off and generally bullshitting, we hear twigs snapping. We turn to look and see the Polaris (actually, his wife’s Polaris :rofl:) rolling down the grade towards the drop off! He yells out and starts running that way and stops, realizing he can’t catch it.

The old 325 Polaris Magnum does this slow-motion dive over the drop and lands right on its front end. I then flips end over end and lands on its wheels.

He looks at me and just says "Shit."
"You’re taking this better that I would dude," I said.

He slides down the drop off while I ride back around. I’m thinking tow strap and back to the truck. Not him. I get down there and he’s off ripping down the dirt road.

The back rack was FUBAR, the front rack was buckled a little, and the bumper was bashed, but all else seems to be in good shape.

Tough little machine.