It started a long time ago. VW’s came first, then travel. It was only a matter of time before the two melded into one smoking, clunking, screaming monster completely out of my control.
So, with love in my heart, wanderlust in my head and a battery of swear words that would make Lenny Bruce blush, I strike out across this great continent seeking adventure in a small moving house 18 years my senior. A vehicle fluent in breaking down and well practiced in masticating time, money and the odd romantic encounter.
I wouldn’t keep the bastard if I didn’t love it. As someone once said, ‘would the “Adventures of Huck Finn” really have been that interesting if Mark Twain sent the boy down the Mississippi on an ocean liner? The raft is the key to the whole adventure.’