OK, so here's my pathy story.
My grandparents live in a wooded lodge called the Midforest Lodge. It's all dirt trails up there and most of it not taken care of. Now, they've had this pathfinder since before I was born and they use it for cruising those trails. I remember sitting in the front seat next to my grandpa frantically telling him to aim for the mud puddles. I was just so wide-eyed at the time that that truck could get through all of that (with mud splashing over the windshield) in 2 wheel drive! He rarely stuck it in 4wd. I even had a hot wheels car that was an 87 nissan pathfinder which is since...lost. Then I was getting older and was learning how to drive. when we would go up to visit my grandparents, I would beg them to take us for a trip in "the nissan" (to this day we call it "the nissan") and he would now let me drive it. It was the truck I learned how to drive a manual in. then it started leaking coolent into the oil and oil onto the ground. My grandpa was going to haul it to the scrapyard but my grandma offered it to me for $1. I couldn't refuse (being 14 and all) and $1200 later and a new head (it had a cracked head) it was good as new and I drive it everywhere to school and such. I don't know how I will ever part with it. Actually before I got my license I would drive it in the sand pits behind my house and never ever got stuck and that was before I replaced the street tires that were on it with atr's.
Anyways, I just thought I'd share my sentimental story with everyone.