This is a story of what happens when you chase a dream that is somewhat half baked. That is to say; not well planned. I love VW buses. So much so that I have owned 22 within the span of 1 year. Then things went to pot when I bought my first vintage (35 foot, 1941) motor coach. I'm the guy willing to work hard for something that was so stupid, the people I tell about it don’t just laugh at me, they looked worried and stop sending their kids over for playdates.