rocks--not ideal if you drive a leafsprung car.
navigation says we have to drive straight through. The organization's
Defender 90 goes hood under--deep water. We have a snorkel but
we threw it in the back. Seems a waste of time to properly mount it
for just one hole so we try a different line but I go too slow and the
Land Cruiser is completely bogged. My buddy Gregg pulls me out
with his awesome double-engined Gigglepin winch, after which we
find a way around the water to get to the end of the roadbook.
is high up in the mountains and we leave the track after a couple
of kilometers, never to see it again until the end of the ride. It's all
Azimut navigation, finding our way through the trees and small can-
yons, up and down--pretty nasty stuff. Down is really down and up
is between the trees with the copilot often running in front of the car
to navigate properly. There are huge fields of ferns with very soft soil
underneath. No grip at all.
at home, guessing the Greek rocks would inflict too much damage
on the soft Swamper rubber. Running only 1,200 grammes of pres-
sure in the BFG's, they grip reasonably well but still, when we get to
a steep uphill in the woods littered with ferns, Gregg's rig (200-plus
horsepower and 36" TSL Swampers) only makes it 20 meters. He
tries again and starts winching from about the same point where he
first stopped. I told my copilot to be ready for a long uphill winching
section, put the Land Cruiser in second low gear, locked both axles
and floored it.
gives you more grip and if you pick the right line, an old BJ can
embarras a state of the art prototype. It's the end of the afternoon