The Westy! She is, simply, the biggest stud there is. A 1987 VW Vanagon -- her conversion from a van into a camper done by Westfalia, hence her nickname -- she has done us nothing but right. She's fun, she's cool, she's awesome, she's reliable, she is oh-so-very-close to her 200,000 mile birthday, and she is always, ever ready.
On Sunday, though, the day after UConn made it into, ahem, the Final Four, and during the very day that the UConn women made it into the Elite Eight -- during which Mom came to Milford for a champagne brunchie-poo, Mark-Dowd-Style, and a oh! what a Time was had by all -- well, we found ourselves on the shore of Gulf Beach in Milford, and really, there is only one thing to do at a time like this.
Call Bobby Larsson for a ride in the V-Dub Bug.
Actually, the whole back seat was a mad cheering section. Check us out, back there:
Does he not look like a man having Big Fun? Yes he does. I mean yes he does not. Oh, you know what I mean.
(Sigh. Well, at least I crack myself up.)
But then, like many afternoons, our magical afternoon was over. I mean, how much Tom Petty and Squeeze can one play on a jukebox?
So we headed back out, and into the Bug, and into the world, with an afternoon of hilarious memories under our belt . . .