Ian, I have to admit, I've never seen anyone with your ability to be so smug and smarmy with a fucking keyboard. I'm not ragging, I actually respect that. So much inflection is lost in the written word, but you really have a talent at expressing what a giant prick you are. Again, not ragging, just giving props, I respect succinctness in writing.

(The following opinion is tongue-in-cheek, is only half-true, and is not necessarily meant to be taken seriously.)

As for our club, yes it should be renamed. Fuck the Xterra. There I said it. Fuck the Xterra. There's enough members and people interested in four-wheeling that SCCX could drop the Xterra thing altogether, and take in the Four-Runners, the Montero Sports, the Tacomas, Frontiers, whatever, without any issues as to who leads, etc. I'm not trying to boss you around, I'm just saying the option is there. Personally, I've eschewed clubs altogether. I've embraced vehicular anarchy, and in my soul search I have found the following gem of information:

There's no club like no club.

I bought a 4x4 to avoid the drama of everyday life. To escape. To explore.

It's funny, SCCX is chock full of really good, really easygoing, really genuine people, but you wouldn't know it by reading a (small yet vocal) portion of the website. So, it's not like I stopped wanting to be involved because I didn't like the people, and I didn't do it because I have a problem with any particular member. And chances are I'll end up going on a few runs. And it's an absolute certainty that I'll end up seeing some members in other social situations, including 4-wheeling. Hell, I may change my mind about the whole thing tomorrow.

It's just that I have to deal with such serious parameters in my work and personal life ("Don't slap the client", "Don't fuck the babysitter", "Don't shoot the television"), the last thing I want to hear is Don't, Don't, Don't, when I'm trying to be free.