My dad once told me his biggest wish for his kids is that we will be able to afford and drive new cars…. Oh, and that we will also become vegetarians. You see, my dad is a mechanical engineer (and a vegetarian)… a blessing and a curse when it comes to the world automobiles. As… Continue reading Listen to your Father. And Stay Thristy, My Friends.
It’s 2012. In fact… we are almost already 1/24ths through 2012! How in the heck did that happen? One day I’m building a Lego VW Bus and the next day I’m already 11 days behind on my New Year’s resolutions. Pffff… I guess I can’t complain too much, because our first 1/24ths of 2012 was… Continue reading It’s 2012
As another weekend greets us, I thought come back to the original purpose of this blog – To bring people together, just as the Bustache intended. You might have noticed the “I’ve seen the ‘Stache!” tab on our blog. It’s a connection tool that we hope gets lots of use in the future. The Bustache… Continue reading Come together. Right now. Over me.
Missed Part I? Read it here. When you last left us, Steve and I just hatched a plan to get us out of a nightmare mini-bus in Zambia. “Can you pretend your sick?” Steve whispered. I nodded my head, started breathing heavy, rocking my torso and holding my hand over my mouth. Steve called to… Continue reading The Bad Bus Abroad. – Part II
Steve and I went to Zambia this past spring. We truly had a trip of a lifetime. We visited Victoria Falls. We saw lions, giraffes, leopards and elephants. We met fabulous people and learned about another culture. We ate great food and, um, interesting food. We would go back in a heartbeat. But we had… Continue reading A Bad Bus Abroad. – Part I
I don’t want to sound dramatic, but that hasn’t stopped me this far, so I’ll just say it – getting Bustache was the work of destiny. Steve and I went camping for my birthday. We go every year, but this last year, two of our college friends joined us. And they brought a friend. Her… Continue reading You know you want me.
I’m not sure what it is about the Bustache, but he makes me want to buy miniature things. It’s like I want to shrink down all of the appliances, gadgets, housewares and decor I have in my “real” life, and transport them into my “on-the-go in a Camper Van” life. Sometimes this works. But, as… Continue reading Mini-Me Mentality.
We took Bustache to get his breaks checked last weekend. On our way back from Ventura a couple of weeks ago, we noticed Bustache making some peculiar noises every time we slowed to a stop. Sometime it was a high-pitched squeaking; sometimes it was a more alarming “thump, thump, thump.” We brought him back to… Continue reading Celebrate Good Times. Come on!
The first time my mom rode in the Bustache, she laughed, “Now THIS is what I remember about VWs.” “THIS” did not refer to the faint smell of sun-baked plastic or the decidedly 70’s green, orange & brown interior color scheme. It did not refer to the bread-box shape of its body or even the… Continue reading And the List Goes On…
We’ve had the Bustache for almost a year, and in that time we’ve driven him as far south as San Diego, as east as Joshua Tree and as north as Malibu. So, we’ve stayed pretty much within a 90-mile radius of our Orange County home. It was time for a bigger challenge, and my family’s… Continue reading You’ve Gotta have Hope.
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