Here is a tale about our first ever day out in our first van, Rosie. Again all events are true, and the names have not been changed to protect the guilty.
I bounded out of the driver’s seat and into the sun kissed street with all the vim and vigour of a man who had spent a fair portion of his bank account on something worth shouting about. I stood back, arms held outstretched in mock embrace, admiring the new van.
A snip at £4000, my 1986 VW T25 shone, ice white and resplendent, its high top reaching spaciously skyward. My older brother, a man who knows considerably more about all things vehicular approached, wearing his customary scowl.
“Who gave you permission to own cooler wheels than me, little brother?” he said with a firm handshake.
He made his way around the vehicle, heaping praise upon its 80s coolness, but continuing to berate me for having the audacity to actually buy it…
Please read on at: http://pinpoint77.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/camper-chronicles-knight-in-high-viz.html
