The Dream is Realized

I've wanted a VW Vanagon for half of my life. Maybe the seed was planted during my Phish-loving high school days, when at 15 I first gazed at a colorful fleet of buses and vans--tops popped--from the back seat of my parents' much less interesting Dodge Caravan.

Or perhaps it was that always present longing to stay just a bit later in the mountains. On the long stretches of highway following exhausting days of climbing, hiking, or skiing, I fantasized countless times about one day avoiding the weary, bleary-eyed drive home to instead enjoy a few more beers while recounting the days' adventures. The vanagon was always the missing ingredient to making that dream a reality.

After many, many months of regional crazedlist searching to compliment too many hours spent on The Samba classifieds, I found a very promising listing for a 1990 VW Vanagon Westfalia Multivan located deep in the heart of Maine. A flurry of emails and phone conversations, a long test drive, and a detailed inspection later, I closed the deal and drove home in fulfillment of my longtime dream.