Yes, there is nothing quite like driving a jeep in the element that it was made to be driven in: dirt and mud.
I miss my jeep.
It had a 401 V8 with three holley two barrells, a 13:1 compression ratio, and a serious thirst for aviation fuel, lest it should ping like crazy.
It also cleaned the clocks on its share of brand new RX-8's and 350Z's.
In its day it was affectionately known by me and my friends as "the vibrating love bucket", "galactica" (<--inside joke between me and my buddy), or simply "the jeep".
It was derogatively known by many of the girls at my school as "tetanus", "leprechaun tird", and the "I'd-rather-walk-than-be-caught-dead-in-that-piece-shit" mobile.
Ah, women. I guess you just can't expect them to understand the bond between a man and his jeep.