Saturday, February 24, 2018


 It just happened.

A VW Bus and California. They went together like nothing else in the world. It was the last vehicle I owned that I could repair with the tools I owned. I commuted between the Bay Area and San Diego for 5 years along the Coast Highway and Big Sur in an orange VW bus with a red door.


  1. It's sad that we can't repair our own vehicles any more, and that most people have no idea how to change a tire.
    Orange with a red door... sounds like margarita machine.

    1. It was very nice. It usually had my laser on top and my sailing gear in the back but I bought it with all the back seats ripped out and equipped it with a nice black leather arm chair behind the drivers seat facing starboard. I used to park, open the moonroof all the way and the starboard side door and just read by the ocean. San Francisco used to be a very nice town for reading by the sea. It was also handy when I would visit La Jolla cove.
      I didn't actually start drinking margaritas until I got hired by SAIC and worked in Old Town. I miss those days.

  2. I got a '90 Vanagon Westfalia I'm supposed to sell, yet it sits in my garage. My wife thinks it's a hopeless case. For some reason I bought my dads Dodge ram monster truck with a huge camper on it, so that's why the Westy must go. Money pit's both. The motorcycle notwithstanding. I'm getting too old for this. Can't somebody just take me flyfishing?

  3. I bought the '76. Wouldn't you know it, the '77 came with hydrualic lifters and I would not have to run the rack every 3000 miles if I just waited a year. TMI, it sucks. I was working on my bus at Alameda NAS when a guy pulled his vanagon in next to me, dropped the engine and put a bolt back in and was back underway in 30 minutes. I hated that guy. A lot.