Until I moved out to a desert, it hasn’t been since the 1970s that I’ve seen many of these. When I spot a dune buggy, it harkens me back to a time when it was the rage to install a banana seat on your bike, sport winged hair like Farrah Fawcett, and wear wide swinging gaucho pants below the knee. On the way to a birthday party, my boys were treated to the sound, smell and thrill of seeing an off-road dune buggy, on the road. Best of all, it was wicked orange.
Bring back Wicked Orange, and Farrah Fawcett.
Banana seat, not so much.