Caught The VW Bus.

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Welcome to what a series of posts will be referred to as 'Caught The VW Bus'.

The time was roughly July 2015, and I was lucky enough to sell off my project Beetle, Lennon who I loved so dearly but hated me in equal parts. With the money and savings, I was proud enough to put my money into other variants of the VW stable, the Type 2 Bay.

Now, this bad-boy was originally named ALBert. I was initially warming to the name ALBert and was going to name it Einstein. This was because it would be an evolution of the bus's name and ownership.

However, the lady was a retched cow and tried to pull a move I wouldn't ever forget in all my vehicle purchasing career - she tried it on and wanted an extra £2000 from me before sale.

That was fine, I threatened for the courts and I fought my corner. Never was I wanting to travel 5 hours north (twice) to pay an extra £2000. She could do one, and she did as I drove off in my new Bus.

So I called it Van Doran, after Vans Shoes. Why? It's a fucking van. There's literally nothing else to it.

Up north sucks eh?

A bit about the bus. It's a '69 Devon Eurovette. Meaning it has a 'Pop Top' roof.

I have been informed that it's perfect height for banging people in as you can slew your missus over the rear, where the bed lies and you can stand up in the pop top roof. Perfect eh?

This is precisely why I bought one.

The engine, 1600cc and new to the tune of a 1000 miles. It's basically one of The Proclaimers.

Would it do 500 more, just to be that one who drives a 1000 miles to breakdown at your door. BADADADA. BADADADA.

Better? Better/

Yes, yes it would.

Welcome Van Doran, you're pretty cool already.