Brad B
New member
Everyone has their favorite, most memorable vehicle. Mine is Betsey and this is her story:
My buddy Dave and I did everything together. We were childhood friends. As long as I can remember his family had this VW camper. It always made me smile. They drove it every where. It went from St. Louis to L.A. every year to visit Dave's relatives. It went to Texas. It went to Main. It went to Michigan. Dave and I went with his Dad everywhere in it. His Dad loved it and called it Betsey. It was a good ole girl. When Dave went to college his Dad gave him Betsey and it served him well. Back and forth to out of state schools. We went camping in it. We had Frat parties in it. We went to Daytona Beach on Spring Break in it. We loved it. But Dave was the most hapless mechanic there ever was and I was the only one that could keep poor ole Betsey healthy. It took some doing. And Betsey was getting tired. Dave graduated college, and I was now married, but Betsey was still chugging along, but slowing down. One day, she stopped altogether. She sat in Daves driveway for a year or more. Finally Dave got a job in another city and had to move. He asked me to come and save Betsey. She was mine for FREE! I towed her home and restored her to her youth. I kept Betsey another 10 years or more and we saw plenty more sights and had many more adventures. One day, before I had enough garage space to store her properly, I sold her to someone who offered me a sizeable amount of money. I felt I was doing the right thing. That I was doing it for her. But I still feel guilty. It's the one car, of all I have owned, that I want back most.
My buddy Dave and I did everything together. We were childhood friends. As long as I can remember his family had this VW camper. It always made me smile. They drove it every where. It went from St. Louis to L.A. every year to visit Dave's relatives. It went to Texas. It went to Main. It went to Michigan. Dave and I went with his Dad everywhere in it. His Dad loved it and called it Betsey. It was a good ole girl. When Dave went to college his Dad gave him Betsey and it served him well. Back and forth to out of state schools. We went camping in it. We had Frat parties in it. We went to Daytona Beach on Spring Break in it. We loved it. But Dave was the most hapless mechanic there ever was and I was the only one that could keep poor ole Betsey healthy. It took some doing. And Betsey was getting tired. Dave graduated college, and I was now married, but Betsey was still chugging along, but slowing down. One day, she stopped altogether. She sat in Daves driveway for a year or more. Finally Dave got a job in another city and had to move. He asked me to come and save Betsey. She was mine for FREE! I towed her home and restored her to her youth. I kept Betsey another 10 years or more and we saw plenty more sights and had many more adventures. One day, before I had enough garage space to store her properly, I sold her to someone who offered me a sizeable amount of money. I felt I was doing the right thing. That I was doing it for her. But I still feel guilty. It's the one car, of all I have owned, that I want back most.
