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)