My dad had one of these when I was sixteen, a '66 camper van, and we went everywhere in that thing. I learned to drive a stick shift in it. It would do 60 with the pedal to the metal and had a special automatic lane change feature in a cross wind.

That's actually a nicely colored van. I am used to seeing the pastel colored ones, either beige or awf white.

More Boomers (and I are one) reaching for their second childhoods.

When we finally kick off, the fifties and sixties c*p will end up in landfills so fast they'll have to make the EPA let 'em open up new ones. Our sons and daughters, and their kids, will be so f*ing sick of us they'll just want the reminders gone.

Regards,
Ric

Always knew who you could trust,
Cruisin in your Microbus,
They were them and we were us,
Those were the days.

Dear Ric,
Speak for yourself. When they say "You know, we've all gotta go sometime," I say, "I'm not leaving."

First time I got laid was in my parents '66 bus. I wonder where Sue is now. Good times.

I had. I sold. I want again.

Had the bus as a child. Had a convertibe rabbit in my post-grad years - happiest years of my life. Recently test drove Dodge Charger R/T with police interceptor.. all I can say is Holy Shit! I'll never be the same. Can't even look at VWs now. Horsepower is like crack!

Gerard: Oh, I quite agree. I was looking at it from the POV of the folks who would be our successors if we did leave. Kings who hang around long after their most-capable years invite succession crises.

Regards,
Ric