Sitting in a 1978 Westy Berlin van in England at Vanfest playing Uno
at night with some friends .Does not get any better. Oh Yeah and eating
fresh popped pop corn .

                                                                    Stacy

On Fri, Sep 14, 2012 at 7:37 AM, Alistair Bell <albell@shaw.ca> wrote:

> It happened a couple of weeks ago. I was parked by the rural mailbox
> picking up the mail and a pretty girl rode past on a bike. She called out
> "awesome van". Well I think that is what she said, might have been "awesome
> man". To be quite honest, I don't know which version would have pleased me
> more.
>
> :)
>
> alistair
>
>
> On 2012-09-13, at 9:50 PM, Gabriel Hourtouat wrote:
>
> > Mine:
> > Sunny, mid-day family outing to the library.  Parallel park in front
> > of a restaurant between SUPER! swanky, lovely green Porsche and some
> > big Audi.  Wifey says "look" -- kids wave to the faces watching us
> > through the restaurant windows.  It's so innocent that the faces wave
> > back.  Park job is perfection in one movement, stop engine, wheels
> > coast to the curb.  Side door opens.  Nalgene water bottle and
> > children's toys make a racket as they tumble out of the van and spread
> > across the sidewalk.  Kids and parents laugh, as if on cue.
> >
> > Same faces watch us pull out of the parking spot 20 minuts later.
> > Exhaust leak (which has graduated from "tick tick tick" and is
> > no-longer self-sealing when hot) accelerates slowly into the distance
> > - fut......fut.....fut....fut...fut..fut.fut.fut.fut.  wifey laughs --
> > she loves the sound of the engine.
> >
> > she wants me to go see Frank C and Rita again.
> >
> > she wants us to get an orange bus.
> >
> > she's crazy.
>

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   1989 Swedish Tristar with Aluminum gates and Atiwe 16" Wheels.
    Oldest son is an Eagle scout.