Lets start with some stories about my first time....

[Brando_O]

It was actually quite recent

Here-in contains my adventurous introduction to the Air Cooled Culture, of which has been great to embark on. You airheads have been awesome, and I'm a proud dub nut now myself. And how this began...





Daisy.

A 1958 Kombi

She started it all.

She was a bitch. She was a darling. My bittersweetheart. She was everything any bus owner could imagine. She never got me there on time, though she never failed to get me somewhere random eventually, just at the right time. No plans were kept and no expectations were met until she trained you to expect to make no plans. Once this was understood, she was a well oiled (Quite often in fact) dependably undependable experience making machine. I wouldn't trade her stain on my driveway, her scar on my head, or her place in my heart for the world.

She was a wind scarred flower whom though shy of deep lashes, showed her age and experiences with pride. Me and my airhead brother Josh found her, as she sat amongst the wreckage of a battlefield. A battle won by mother nature in the heart of Springfield MA. It was just days after the cries of war in the sound of thunder, and the destruction of bombs with attacks of wind swept away homes and other auto civilians thruout the land. We traveled across this battered terrain, avoiding hazard and obstacles of destruction onward to our hostage. Along a street with flattened homes and shattered trees she sat. She grabbed the light shown through cracked walls and absent brush from two blocks away and protected our view from disaster as her blue paint colored the gruesome street to restore its beauty once more. We had found her. She knew we had come.

Her owner though a good man, had no need for her here. She was misunderstood, neglected, and alone. This man did not speak a lick of German, nor English for that matter, using her for storage to keep his El Camino parts on stand-by. This was her foster home, and these were her generous though departed transient care-takers. We were her saviours from this solitude. We had come to take her home.

Collectively we were confused on our approach. I had literally never seen the likes of her in person before this moment. She was not yet aware of my intentions. (I could have come from Jersey) I was anxious and bashful though I felt confident and heroic to stand before her. The host of her tenancy made our introduction. And so we met...







Skipping ahead....


Well, last weekend she went off to the Hollywood hills to live a life of fortune and fame with her proud new owner. I'm confident she will be cared for with the generous budget that I didn't have.



In the hearts of folks all thruout MA including the many whom stopped to push you up a hill, Daisy, you will be missed. Take care you lovely bitch.






Let this thread become a drop box of stories about Daisy from anyone that may have been blessed or burdened by her presence. The obvious gap of her story will be filled by our contributions hereafter.

Any other contributions about your defloweration and consequences, do share.


_________________
Brando

'60 Austin Seven
'72 Westy - Wallie Bedwetter
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'04 L300
'04 JD L120
'67 Fox Doodlebug
--------------------------r.i.p.:----
'66 Bug - Brigitte Girl
'58 Kombi - Daisy (Verrückt)
'67 Bug - Vinny Büttel
'65 Bus - Ew Boss
'73 Ghia Vert

[VW Addict]

Great Story. Catching title.....lol.

[Brando_O]

This includes events that may or may not have taken place on the first substantial adventure Daisy brought us on.

DISCLAIMER: Its writing for fun, and is likely offensive. To be fair, you've been advised. If you want to ad its all in good humor! Literally its just meant to entertain and encourage creativity.

With that said...


Late into the night when we hit roads
with just enough gas to maybe mow the lawn
excited like a kid with a morning chode
We were off on a journey 5 hours long

4
7
15 miles
Only on the road for just a little while
Daisy gettin lazy need to take a rest
Dunkin donut golly wobbles threaten a mess

Gas station dudes gotta lend a hand
to help push this fuckin 4 wheeled sardine can
D-money puts the mack down on his bitch
winds up with some bumps and a gnarly itch

1
2
3 Hours deep
after pushin up a hill Mt. Everest steep
push start failed take 1-2-3
the only thing we popped was my fucking knee

going down hill metaphorically
though only up hill as far as eye can see
debating if its time to pick up the phone
lawn chair and a beer and we're far from home
roll a bone and we pass it like a kidney stone
then pack it up, pack it in, cause now we're in the zone!

5
6
8 tries later
The bus screams out like fuckin Darth Vader!
Dr. Frankenstein yells out "IT's ALIVE!!"
Haulin balls out the lot going Thirty Five!

Pedal to the floor while I finish a beer
D hangin out the window while I find 4th gear
Gas dude's out-side. The light turns red.
I punch the gas pedal thru the fuckin floor instead
Toss the beer out back with a mighty hurl
Money yells to the dude "I'ma fuck your girl!"

12
1
2 Ante Meridian
Pitch black, fog lights, now lets try this shit again!
Westbound once more with a heavy tank
Thru ghost towns on the border of the Mohawk bank
Smoke pouring from the back to the rhythm of a clank
Smoke fillin up the cab from that mighty dank

Screamin down streets of a river town
streaking down creeks with a party clown
stompin on folks in ed hardy gowns
laughin at jokes while a lardy drowns

RT2
Zoar Rd
5-something hours out
Driving by the same shits got us filled with doubt
Cruisin nearly snoozin as we follow white water
No tin for 50 miles and Daisy's gettin hotter

Gas gauge doesn't work and we haven't kept track
Only station that we know of is now 30 miles back
Heavy eyes, sooo... tired..., i... just.... can't.... drive....
BAM BOOM CRASH Thru a fence! Are we still alive?!
Hell yes we are! And with a prompt high five!
Like a freight train in a church, WE HAVE ARRIVED!


And so, thats how we got there... what transpired thereafter is a tale for another time..
_________________
Brando

'60 Austin Seven
'72 Westy - Wallie Bedwetter
------------------------------------
'04 L300
'04 JD L120
'67 Fox Doodlebug
--------------------------r.i.p.:----
'66 Bug - Brigitte Girl
'58 Kombi - Daisy (Verrückt)
'67 Bug - Vinny Büttel
'65 Bus - Ew Boss
'73 Ghia Vert

[BeanWagon]

Nice line with D-money yelling to the gas station attendant- I'ma **** your girl! CLASSIC.