Won a VW Westvalia van in a silent auction last year and finally took it on a trip. It looked like the one I grew up with. So we took a trip. A brief trip. A one-night trip to Ventura.
I picked up the van on a Thursday night, and on the drive home from Monrovia it died at a stoplight. Then the windshield wipers didn't work (well, they worked, but one went haywire..the driver's side one) but luckily there was only light rain. On Friday afternoon, when getting gas to get ready to go on the trip, I didn't really know how to get the locked gas cap off, so I inserted the ignition key when the other keys didn't work, and well, the key tore. I pulled it out and then it completely fell apart. So, I was stuck at Walmart gas.
Called the owner and he came by with a spare key! The last spare key. Walmart was cool, letting me hang out in the gas station for 45 minutes or so.
Then we packed up the van and were going to go on the adventure...before it started to rain a little. Decided to then leave the next morning, because of the windshield wiper situation.
Got away a little later than usual in the morning. I knew the van was slow, but it was loud and humming at 60 mph, so the whole game of driving was finding large semi-trucks to follow so I wouldn't be the (only) one holding up traffic. When I used to drive a van like this 30 years ago were people driving slower (were cars slower?), or was it because I was in Central California and people were, well, driving slower? Or was our stick-shift van with no power steering faster than this automatic van with power steering and AC?
We made it, did our usual Vons fried chicken then Jolly Oyster, and that was fun. So nice that the boy eats some oysters, and the mom and I love them of course. Drinking less, so it was sparkling cider, which was delicious.