And that’s the drive where the fear gets you. First there’s a rattle, then there’s a squeak, then a slight misfire, a sloppy gear change and the whole lot comes back to haunt you. All you remember is the faces of the AA men, the MOT bills, the hours at the side of the road. You’ve just shelled out a bunch of fifties and you’re feeling vulnerable. OMG. What have I done?
But you know, you are going to spend a few hours by the side of the road, you will meet a few breakdown trucks and you will fork out a load of wedge just to keep her on the road. But you will also get to wake up in the most beautiful spot on earth, or by the racetrack on finals day, or at the beach when the surf is pumping. You’ll be right there, with a cup of tea and a bacon buttie, absolutely loving it. And on cold winter days you can drive out to the hills, pop the roof up, stick the propex on and sit there in your pants, just enjoying the day, whilst everyone else sits in their steamed up cars with their cold flask of tea in their coats and hats.
So the new van has got a few rattles? Of course she has, she’s a T25 and she’s just about reaching her prime. Stick the kettle on and go with it. You’re VW Camper Crazy! Anyone for a cuppa?




