George Reiswig

Okay...so I got these 34x9.50 Super Swampers on my rig. So on the way home from work I decide to test them on some dirt. So, near my house there's a road I hadn't explored yet...

The war cry of the Tsunami Tribe of central Bulonga? French for "nice lights"? An acronym standing for "Pretty Incredible And Awesome"?

Every so often, you run across a simple, ingenious solution to an old problem. For example, making a high-amp alternator act as an arc-welder, or converting an air conditioning compressor into an air compressor to air up tires.

I was born in Los Alamos, NM, and raised by parents (not wolves) who didn't do much in the way of hobbies. I spent a lot of time making things work which were not altogether out of the ordinary in Los Alamos, but odd elsewhere: lasers, Tesla coils, etc., but no thermonuclear devices.

Okay, actually only two Isuzu Amigos and one Bronco. But never mind those fine distinctions which are important only to Ford and Isuzu aficionados.

For some reason, Jeepers tend to laugh at me when I show up at a difficult trail.

Every so often, you run across somebody who you just know you can count on in a pinch. This is the type of person with whom you hope to run the hard trails, because he or she will knock themselves out to help you, and they have the know-how to really help. That person is a gem.

Real 4x4s are built, not bought. Look at the assembled parts in a vehicle, and pay less attention to the brand name.

Freebies. Everybody likes them, but they're rare. Free canoes are among the rarest of the breed. Montana, 1997: somewhere back in the woods near the Flathead River, two travelers in their trusty Isuzu Amigo are trying to find a spot that hasn't been overfished.