<FONT size=3 face="times new roman, times, serif">RIP ol' friend</FONT><BR><FONT size=3 face="Times New Roman"></FONT> <BR><FONT size=3 face="Times New Roman">Not sure how many, if not all of you, truly get attached to your wheels- I sure did. </FONT><BR><FONT size=3 face="Times New Roman"></FONT> <BR><FONT size=3 face="Times New Roman">20+ years of trips, including traversing this great country (regardless of credit rating!) with my son and daughter to see the real and surreal America have come to a close for my Vanagon. The ignomy of being sold for parts does not do justice to the trusty service and rising above and beyond the call of duty to deliver us safely home. (for a less than thrilling narration of what turned out to be a bit too thrilling sojourn over snowy Utah Mountains in a 2WD vanagon see: <A href="" target=_blank target=_blank></A> <img src="/images/boards/smilies/wink.gif" border="0" align="absmiddle">. And to this day, I remember praying to the vanagon gods to deliver my children safely home from the Grand Canyon, Arizona (after several overheatings) so that I'd not have to explain to their mother why we weren't there, on time, again.</FONT><BR><FONT size=3 face="Times New Roman"></FONT> <BR><FONT size=3 face="Times New Roman">So many things not to miss and yet my mainstays - the broken radio/cassette player that never got fixed which allowed for long stretches of contemplation and deeper conversations with everyone who joined in the ride (never admitted to passengers that I used a transistor radio that only got AM!). - the cracked windshield reminding me of a trek across Nevada and the triple big rigs. - the inoperable AC that was overlooked in small part thanks to the 12V fan mounted on the dash (which was such an embarassment to my kids that we had to take it down before arriving at dropoff at school). - the salt seasoned paint job from carrying an unrinsed kayak one too many times, but that reminded me of the peace and natural ebb and flow of the ocean. - and the makeshift kitchen and bathroom (leaving out a few details won't hurt here) not to mention the most comfortable mattress I've ever slept on. Maybe that last point is because whenever I was sleeping in the van I was exactly where I wanted to be the most at that moment. Maybe that's the lesson I need to hold dear moving forward.</FONT><BR><FONT size=3 face="Times New Roman"></FONT> <BR><FONT size=3 face="Times New Roman">That the vanagon succumbed while I was on my way to see one of you is not lost on me, it's a hurdle, but not an end to linking up with this community in a more meaningful fashion than this keyboard. What I've gained from folks here is a deepened respect for resilience, an authentic and contemplative evaluation of what's important, what values we should hold dearest. Had I not had the vanagon I wouldn't have found this community. Now that it's gone I don't feel like I'm even a part-time vandweller. In some ways I've always felt like an imposter here, not a "true" or "real" vandweller. Maybe when the children graduate, and the clouds lift, the clarity of mind will allow me to get back to the lessons I've gleaned. Then the mooring lines lift, and I can sail freely.</FONT><BR>