Twenty nine years ago I had fun on my perfect vehicle.
Transamazonica 800 klicks of mud between Manaus and Santa Elena Guairen in the rainy season.
Back then the Yanomamo tribe was still shrinking heads too.
On my way north from Ushuaia after leaving Denver 15 months earlier. 50,000 miles total.
I imagine with gas prices this would be an even more perfect vehicle nowadays.
Forget the armor and take flowers, candy and a convertible 404 instead.
Hand them out as you go.