> Why do you all love your vanagons so much over the air cooled
> busses. what
> is it, the possibility that maybe their more reliable?the body style
> or just
> possibly because you have one and love her dearly.

               Sonnet  xxix

  When, in this race of Fortune and men's lies,
  I often sit alone and contemplate ...
  Where might I be, had I been much more wise
  In choice of cars with which to link my fate?
  What might I drive to work, to play, to cope
  In rageous traffic, more than some can bear,
  Were I to let someone decree my scope
  In what to buy, to say, or clothes to wear?
  How more in profit might my time be spent
  Than nursemaid to some broken old auto?
  A smile does ease my brow with troubles bent
  As to the wheel I climb and off I go ...
     And though my drives through rolling country end,
     I love this bus, this one that makes me grin.