What got me into offroading was my first trip out to Ocotillo Wells, Ca., with a bunch of motorhead buddies of mine, my Xterra and more gassoline and wood than one can invision. A night of 20' tall bonfires and bottomless ice chests set the wheels in motion, quite litterally. Everyone was getting stuck in the flooded washes and I was managing to pull everyone out with ease. These guys thought they were really pushing their vehicles to the limit but the X and I were still outdoing them. By dawn, the X had made a new name for its self and I haven't been able to hold the same regard for pavement ever since....