Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2007 17:33:08 -0600
Reply-To: Allen Hill <route66rider@KNOLOGY.NET>
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From: Allen Hill <route66rider@KNOLOGY.NET>
Subject: Re: The Subtle Joys of Busdom
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Yes, and as I have said before, you should see what happens when I drive
"The Mystery Machine". Not only all the excitement of the VW Vanagon, but
X 10 because of the Mystery Machine paint job and decals. Gas stations,
along the road, shopping, all turn into an adventure in that. Kids, young,
old, it doesn't matter. I had a 1965 Mustang GT that was plain beautiful
and it was totally restored that didn't attract a tenth of the attention
that this does.
Route 66 Rider!
Ramon Hill
Live Long and Be Free
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-----Original Message-----
From: Vanagon Mailing List [mailto:vanagon@gerry.vanagon.com] On Behalf Of
David O'Shea
Sent: Tuesday, February 06, 2007 2:07 PM
To: vanagon@GERRY.VANAGON.COM
Subject: Re: The Subtle Joys of Busdom
A couple of Julys ago I was driving my green Westfalia from San Francisco to
Las Vegas. It was a lovely afternoon in the Mojave Desert as I approached
Baker, CA (about half-way between Barstow and Las Vegas on I-15). You know
the kind of day --112 degrees F and not a cloud in the sky.
I was at the speed limit of 65mph in the slow lane when a small black sports
car sped up behind me then proceeded to pass. It then paused directly to my
left. I ignored it. Then I heard a honk. I glanced over to see a pretty
blonde (mid-20s) in the passenger seat gesturing towards the driver, sort of
Vanna White-like with two palms upturned. Driving the car was another
attractive blonde who had dropped her top down to reveal perfect, well you
know what she revealed (this is a family mailing list). I gave them both the
"thank you" gesture in American Sign Language and was about to shout over
the road noise that we should all keep going to Utah where the 3 of us could
get married, but they hit the accelerator and rapidly vanished over the
horizon. I quickly regained my senses and recalled that I was meeting my
wife and two children in 2 hours at the Las Vegas airport to start an
extended Southwest camping trip.
Two day later, in the grandeur of Zion National Park, sitting under a starry
night sky, I told my wife about the occurrence. Her response was:
"Dream on buddy, it was just a mirage."
-Dave O'Shea
'83 Diesel Westfalia
-----Original Message-----
From: Vanagon Mailing List [mailto:vanagon@gerry.vanagon.com] On Behalf Of
Nathaniel Poole
Sent: Tuesday, February 06, 2007 9:04 AM
To: vanagon@GERRY.VANAGON.COM
Subject: The Subtle Joys of Busdom
A woman passed me on the highway yesterday while I was driving the bus -
smiled, blew me a kiss and waved. Don't know if was the bus, the zebra
stripes or this gosh-darn mug of mine.
Come to think of it, it probably was the bus. I get a lot of that; women are
always coming up to me and telling me how much they looove my bus.
Especially the tattooed, pierced type with sh*t kicker boots. *Yow*
Are VW buses really such chick magnets (pardon the expression, ladies) ?
Sigh. Some days I wish I was single and twenty-something again. Then again,
maybe not. But I probably should let my son drive the bus more often. Man,
turning into an old fart sucks. Sure could've used Marty
25 years ago ;)
Nathaniel
Marty
1980 Zebra Bus
(AKA AC vanagon)
