While attinding Buses by the Buoy in Maine a couple of weekends ago, (great
event by the way) we had settled into our campsite along with a friend of
ours, Jeremy Clayton from CT who  pitched his Westy tent on our site.  It
was late in the afternoon on Friday and everyone had disappeared into their
vans to rest get or organized or make the evening meal. There was not a
sole to be seen, just the soft music of crickets and birds.

Jeremy kindly offered to make a temporary repair to our rear bumper - seems
the black rubber strip had popped off and was peeling off on one side
waving in the wind-not good form.  He disappeard behind our van and all was
silent for a shor time until we heard a loud Riiiiippppppppppp......

Suddenly a wide-eyed Karl Bloss appeared, bounding across the road with
great strides towards our sight and announcing in a loud voice.

"Hey, I thought I just heard Duct Tape"!

Ah.......the call of the wild!

Wendy & John
Cape Cod, MA

'85 Westy,   "S-CAPE"