Cluin... I KNEW it was The Great Race ! However, about all I can remember for sure these days is not to trust my memory.

"Where's your sprirt of adventure?", I said to my ex, who did not want to cross the brook in my 4X4 pickup. After six hours of me cutting trees, digging and jacking, we walked 8 km, including a shortcut through a swamp, before we met a fishing party. She never really liked the woods after that. And I've never been stuck again.