I did most of my outdoor exploring with my brother, two years older than me. My folks had a little cabin-type house up in the North Georgia mountains, and we'd go up there for the weekend fairly often.

On Saturday morning, Shawn and I would pack our backpacks with all kinds of things: a lunch and thermos of course, plus knives, axes, maybe a BB gun if we could sneak one past my stepfather, our Army Surplus hammocks, dry socks. (I wish now that I'd been interested in photography back then!)

We'd head out, no direction in mind, and go wander around the mountains all day. We never knew what we'd find. Maybe we'd flush a wild turkey; maybe we'd see a bear (and run for our lives); maybe we'd make fishing poles and see what we could catch in one of the little streams; maybe we'd find the tallest tree at the top of a mountain and climb it, just to see what we could see; or maybe we'd just keep walking all day. We had no plan, no map, and no timetable other than "Come back before dark."

That's my advice to anyone looking for a good Sunday afternoon: Don't plan anything, just go out to the country somewhere and start hiking. Keep your eyes and ears open and you'll be amazed at how much there is to see and do.

They were called "Duffers" in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duffer_%28Narnia%29

It's been twenty years or so since I read that book; amazing, how quickly it comes back.

Not to mention that the wheel housings appear to have about one inch of ground clearance; this thing wouldn't make it over a speed-bump, much less a real pothole.

Still, it looks neat, and 200 mpg is nothing to sneeze at.