Let’s cut the crap. The powersports industry is a cartel, and the XXC Renegade 1000 XXC is the unlicensed, unregulated, untraceable hitman they never saw coming.
This isn’t a UTV. It’s a bloodstained love letter to raw, unhinged performance, scribbled in motor oil and signed with a middle finger.
“1000cc” is a lie—this thing dynos at 117hp at the wheels STOCK
Dual-injector fuel system that drinks premium like a Russian oligarch drinks vodka
Overhead camshafts so aggressive they should come with a restraining order
0-50 mph in 3.2 seconds (faster than most sport bikes off the line)
Torque curve like a brick wall—hits so hard it rearranges your internal organs
Redline? There isn’t one. The rev limiter is just a polite suggestion
This engine doesn’t just outperform—it violates.
Custom-valved by ex-spec ops engineers (allegedly)
Adjusters that go to “11” (literally—there’s an extra click past 10)
Spring rates tuned for lunatics by lunatics
4130 chromoly tubing dipped in dark alchemy
Weight distribution so perfect it feels like cheating
Ground clearance higher than your dealer’s profit margins
This suspension doesn’t absorb bumps—it executes them.
Front diff lock engages faster than a pitbull’s bite reflex
Transfer case built by the same guys who make tank transmissions
Axles thicker than your denial about needing this machine
Clutch so crisp it should be illegal
Gear ratios stolen from a WRC rally car
Shift throws shorter than a politician’s memory
This drivetrain doesn’t just move you—it commits crimes.
Bumpers milled from decommissioned artillery shells
Skid plates that double as ballistic armor
Roll cage tested by being dropped from a cargo plane (unconfirmed)
32″ BFG KM3s straight from the factory (because screw “stock tires”)
Beadlocks anodized in “arrest me red”
Offset so perfect it defies Euclidean geometry
Seats with more bolstering than a dictator’s ego
Steering wheel wrapped in the hide of extinct animals (probably)
Gauges that display things no mortal should monitor
7″ touchscreen running software hacked from a SpaceX rocket
360-degree camera system that records your sins in HD
Bluetooth so clear you can hear your passengers’ prayers
Dealers are under NDA to hide its real capabilities
Magazines won’t review it because advertisers threaten to pull out
Every YouTube video about it gets “mysteriously” demonetized
Owners communicate in coded forum posts
Meetups happen at undisclosed locations
There’s a secret handshake (it involves throttle inputs)
Once you ride the XXC Renegade 1000 XXC, you’ll develop a permanent sneer for anything else with wheels. You’ll start seeing compromises everywhere. You’ll become… difficult at parties.
Those who own one (enlightened)
Those who make excuses (pathetic)
Those who’ve rolled theirs (initiated)
Which will you be?
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