Four hours north of Rio Gallegos, driving 90 kilometers an hour, the rear of the Jeep fell out... I just kept driving straight, for lack of anything else to do, but I noticed in the rearview that sparks were flying five feet in the air; right over the four 20 gallon jerry cans on the outside of the trailer. Owens yelled something to me about keeping the Jeep straight, which I ignored. 200 meters later we slid to a hault... Then the tire flew past. How does an axle break?, I yelled, almost losing it. All for the footage, right? That's the Plateado Diablo for you, the Silver Devil.