This post will be mostly unintelligable to most readers. Only those who have owned a VW Westfalia, or know someone well who has, will get this...
Recently I was trail running with some good friends. One of them, Jorge, has a '91 white Westfalia affectionately named "Vanna White". My wife and I own a dark blue, '90 Westfalia named, Van More-is-fun" (most VW owners have names for their cars and vans). We got to Barr Camp up on Pikes Peak (the big mountain here in the Colorado Springs area), and got talking with Neal Taylor, the camp director, who also has a Vanagon Westfalia. As we talked, we noticed a common thread between our lives, beyond simply being trail runners (Neal is an accomplished ultra-marathoner with multiple 100 mile races under his belt...Hardrocks at that!) and VW camper van owners. That common thread was how much our wives loved our vans. Neal said he would have parted with their's years ago, but his wife wont let it go. We are on our third VW Westfalia, and to obtain our current one, my wife flew to California, and drove it back with her sister (who we then flew back home to California). Jorge recently blew the engine on his, and when discussing whether they should invest in a new engine with his wife, learn that she intends to be buried in it!
There is an unnatural relationship between some women and the VW Westfalia. I do not know what it is (although I really like these vans as well), or how to explain it, but that little illustration above is the best attempt that I have seen. That might as well be my wife, or Jorge's, or Neal's, etc...
