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Here’s a video of the Mercedes-Benz Unimog being put through its paces at the test track in Oetigheim, Germany. In case your German is a little rusty, here are the key points, translated.

The Unimog began production in 1948 at Erhard & Sölle. In 1953 it came under the wing of Mercedes-Benz. In 1962 expanded Unimog production began. It was then available with a diesel motor and readied for the world market. The latest generation was introduced in 2002.

It is, of course 4-wheel drive, has front, rear, and center locking differentials, 4-wheel disc brakes with selectable ABS, and portal axles which allow for 48cm (18.9 in.) of ground clearance. It has 8 forward and 6 reverse gears.

The axles flex independently up to 30˚. The Unimog can climb a maximum slope of 45˚ (100% grade). An adjustable tire pressure system helps to conquer steep slopes. The vehicle can travel along a 38˚ side slope and, given its snorkel, ford depths to 1.20 m (47 in.).

Impressed? Head to your nearest Mercedes-Benz truck center. Unimogs start at 80,000 Euro (104,900 US$) or at least they did around 2006, when this video was uploaded.

I found this video through my friends at Expedition Portal.


Motorcycle fans rejoice. Philadelphia-based Hammarhead Industries has reworked of the 2005–08 Triumph Scrambler into something a little closer to its roots: the Jack Pine Scrambler. Scramblers, 1950s & 60s precursors to the first purpose-built off-road bikes of the 70s, were street machines, stripped down for dirt riding.

Simplicity, flat-painted finish, and classic good looks in a new, 865-cc twin, I like it.


Here’s an article on BikeExif where you can check out the details. It can be yours for $16,500.

Silver City, Idaho in its heyday in 1892

We hadn’t planned on going to Silver City. Heading to Boise up Hwy. 95, the easy way, was what we had in mind. But there we were in tiny, little Jordan Valley, Oregon, having lunch at a diner three miles from the Idaho border, when I spotted the above photo on the wall. I had a feeling this was going to be good. “Do you know how long it takes to get to Silver City?” I asked our waitress to no avail. She hadn’t heard me.

“At least an hour,” answered the woman at the counter. “How are you planning on getting there?” I pointed out the window at Butch (my Mitsubishi Montero), with his Hi-Lift jack and bull-bar front bumper. “With that.”

“That should work,” she said. I wouldn’t take a normal car though.”

“But don’t go in the rain,” our waitress then chimed in. “The road gets real greasy.”

I looked at Natalie. She was feeling a little under nourished from her iceberg salad—southeastern Oregon hadn’t provided many options for my favorite vegetarian—and was eager to get to Boise. Despite a craving for Thai food, she said she was game and soon we were on a dirt road headed out of town. Read the rest of this entry »