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I was introduced to the T2 back when I was only small.
Back when I was under 10 years old a family friend lent their bay window (I think it was an early) to my folks and we left Brizzle for our first ever camping holiday. We set off with Scotland in our sights with my parents up front and me and my two brothers in the back, sat in an L-shaped configuration around a table where we enjoyed the best way to be a passenger; card games, a distinct lack of sibling rivalry and incessant "are we there yet".
...we broke down...
I remember it quite clearly. IT wasn't the first time I'd been on a hard shoulder (my parents had an old Renault and a Morris Minor, ahem) but it was the first time we had left a tell-tale trail behind us.
Luckily we weren't far from my auntie and uncle's farm so after a little fettling in the engine bay by my father we made the last few miles and plonked the van in one of the barns.
I barely saw my dad for 3 days as he rebuilt the engine. Once ready we said a gracious farewell to the extended family and pointed ourselves north once more and hit the road.
... a few miles later we broke down again! Yep. Seriously.
My uncle towed us back to the farm with one of his tractors and the RAC were called out to help.
Why am I telling you this story? Well, this is the reason I am addicted to these lovely vehicles!
A few years back I bought my first bay. A 1972, RHD, twin-slider (in metallic pink)! She was dubbed Lily and she is lovely... She's currently up for sale (PM me if interested).
But that's not what this thread is about. It's about my second van; Roxy.
This is my dream van! A 1971 panel van 8)
Back when I was under 10 years old a family friend lent their bay window (I think it was an early) to my folks and we left Brizzle for our first ever camping holiday. We set off with Scotland in our sights with my parents up front and me and my two brothers in the back, sat in an L-shaped configuration around a table where we enjoyed the best way to be a passenger; card games, a distinct lack of sibling rivalry and incessant "are we there yet".
...we broke down...
I remember it quite clearly. IT wasn't the first time I'd been on a hard shoulder (my parents had an old Renault and a Morris Minor, ahem) but it was the first time we had left a tell-tale trail behind us.
Luckily we weren't far from my auntie and uncle's farm so after a little fettling in the engine bay by my father we made the last few miles and plonked the van in one of the barns.
I barely saw my dad for 3 days as he rebuilt the engine. Once ready we said a gracious farewell to the extended family and pointed ourselves north once more and hit the road.
... a few miles later we broke down again! Yep. Seriously.
My uncle towed us back to the farm with one of his tractors and the RAC were called out to help.
Why am I telling you this story? Well, this is the reason I am addicted to these lovely vehicles!
A few years back I bought my first bay. A 1972, RHD, twin-slider (in metallic pink)! She was dubbed Lily and she is lovely... She's currently up for sale (PM me if interested).
But that's not what this thread is about. It's about my second van; Roxy.
This is my dream van! A 1971 panel van 8)