It seems like a simple enough task: Take a Polaris RZR, point it at the cliff, station it with enough starting length to gain momentum, and navigate its 1,000-pound mass up a 60-degree slope while looking like a complete bad-ass.

Lose the helmet. Keep the chew.

Barring that, however, there’s door #2: repeat steps 1 and 2, except this time start from about 20 feet away and almost immediately lose any semblance of momentum and traction. Just make sure when the dust settles that your Satan Fingers are showing.

We have no reason to suspect that anyone on the 42Copperhead crew was inebriated at the time of shooting, but there’s no reason to deny it either. If there was any use of intoxicants it was nicotine, as evidenced by the next-level wad of tobacco lodged in our hero’s mouth.

It’s hard to dictate where he went wrong when what actually happened came out so right. But let’s try it anyway, shall we?

First off, the helmet. Clearly a BMX helmet, and not the kind intended for balls-to-the-wall flipping and crashing. Still, at least our hero had enough respect for himself and his cranium. We’ll give him three stars out of five in this department.

Next, the approach. Starting from such a close distance was almost a guarantee that something like simple physics were not going to be on his side. 

Third, the execution. Now, this is where it gets dicey. Those 55 horses gave him plenty of thrust, but light weight proved to be his literal downfall. And, depending on how you look at it, this was either falling with style, or just dumb luck.

Ta-da!!

In an instant, our hero has started his sideways rear wheelie before losing all contact with Mother Earth. The initial shock strikes the roll cage above his head, as the UTV now bounces down the rock face in sheer grace, bending braces and snapping CV joints.

We’d like to argue that he stuck the landing perfectly. But what do you all think? Was this guy a lucky numbskull, or a master of UTV motorsports?