We had an uncommonly good time. RZRs have advantages over dirt bikes. One is they carry more water than camels. Another is that damaged drivers can operate them with gleeful abandon. Glen and I jumped into a two-seater, gunning up the first “quit or go” spine with terrible joy. Although we never quite biffed, every piece of video we shot looks like sky, rock, sky, rock, dirt, sky, TREE! Transformed from cold-eyed professionals to harmless delinquents, we sported down arroyos like otters and over cliff ledges like lemmings. When I get too old or too broken for motorcycles, I’m getting an RZR so I can load up my grandkids and terrify their parents.