This amazing vehicle even has its own newsletter. Ask those maniacs down the road from Spumoni South whether their mud-buggies have newsletters.

I bet not.

Writing that reminds me of something we experienced while visiting Alane's cousins in South Carolina on our way to Bazzukajoe's wedding. We were doing some food shopping at a local supermarket. The checkout counter was smaller and configured differently than what we're used to, so Alane and I were confused about how to orient the shopping cart. The less-than-patient cashier said something to Alane, seemingly in a foreign language. Alane then pushed the cart right up to the register and the cashier rang up our stuff.

When we got to the car Alane repeated what the cashier had said in her powerful southern drawl:

"Bring your buggy over here."

I had never called a shopping cart a buggy. I just never thought to do it. I laughed uncontrollably for about three or four hours.

Anyway, I tried to tell Guido that the Argo would be impractical when driving with passengers. So for fording streams with extended family, we might consider getting a sea tractor.