Run Westy Run

The other night I sold my mountain bike to a guy on Craigslist. He and his son drove all the way down from Marin in a sweet 1987 White VW Westfalia camper. He had it all tricked out with a roof rack, ladder, and off-road tires. We were so jealous.

I told my wife about the guy’s camper and she had never really heard of them and right away said, “I want one.” We spent Saturday morning surfing the internet learning about the whole cult of Westys. That night, my son found an ’85 banana yellow one on Craigslist in Berkeley.

We checked it out the next day. It bucked, and shook and barely made it into the flow of traffic. Right away, I said, “pass, it’s a death trap.” We were back on line and found a 1969 camper for sale 45 miles to the east. We took it for a test drive and totally rethought the ’85.

The next day, I looked back on Craigslist and the owner of the yellow one had dramatically reduced the price. The difference was enough to cover what repairs we figured it would need.

So there it sits in our driveway waiting for it’s first appointment with the Buslab for it’s major makeover in a couple weeks.


Linda and the kids took me to the Livermore Rodeo for Father’s Day. The rodeo is one of the most entertaining things I have ever watched. The only thing better than a regular rodeo is a prison rodeo, but I’d have to go to Texas for that.