Among the most enjoyable cars I've owned for the Great Outdoors has been a string of Honda Civics (I used to repair them for money). Usually of the "S" or "Si" variety, the latest is a flat-roof '89 Si hatchback known as "Spunky" (successor to Sparky, predecessor to Spanky. You may detect a disturbing trend...). We've had many adventures together in the back-of-beyond, but his greatest virtue is he color-matches the tandem, always an important consideration (pic with winter/gravel wheels/tires on the car).
Flip down either or both rear seats, open the hatch, and you've got a mini-minivan that swallows tent-camping gear for three and food, water, and camera gear for a week of wild camping. Sun/moonroof makes it feel open and a bit more "bicyclish" when tooling along backroads. Best of all, it will just fit one of my full-size tourers inside if I first remove the front wheel and flatten the back seats. The Folder I'm brazing together (almost ready for paint after a couple more braze-ons!) will fit in the hatch well with the rear seats upright and locked and the hatch closed.
Its always more fun to drive a slow car fast than vice versa, and Spunky is no exception. Surprisingly capable on dirt roads and such thanks to a narrow track and reasonable ground clearance, light weight and front-wheel-drive help (you can back up hills too steep to climb, thanks to traction-aiding weight transfer and reverse/1st having the same ratios) despite having no skidplates and -- who am I kidding? -- a vulnerable oil pan. I discovered his limits a couple summers ago as I wound my way to Nevada's Leadville Canyon. The dirt road gave-way under the left-rear wheel, leaving me with a tricycle full of gear and two passengers. By the time we got out, there was nothing left for a good meter beneath that wheel; so began the tedious task of shoveling gravel and dirt and hauling large-enough rocks to turn the factory scissors jack into a high-lift facsimile. Lift-tip-off-the-jack-build-up-with-more-big rocks-repeat became life for the next couple hours 'til I managed to flag down a passing truck with a helpful father-son team, saving an additional three hours' hard labor in 38C heat. Using the reverse psychology common to Effective Parenting, the father bet the son he couldn't go through a dry creek to get ahead of us. Sonny managed to clear a number of obstacles in his eagerness and used a snatch strap to get Spunky to solid ground while I steered and the front wheels helped. No damage and a great story as we drove onward.
So, not the best car for the Great Outdoors, but an awful lot of fun and terrific fuel efficiency. Past legal age and still doesn't smoke. "A great Camping Car", as my father would phrase it.
Best,
Dan.