Midsummer madness

I’ve bought a camper van!!!
It’s a green volkswagen that’s done 147,000 miles and is covered in rust, but I don’t care. A man’s choice of vehicle should reflect his character, and the second I saw this one I knew I wanted it.
It was one of those moments in life when everything seems to fall into place. I was sitting on the bus, fed up with breathing in diesel fumes with a sweaty overweight pensioner beside me, and thought ‘that’s it - I’m buying a car.’ At that point I happened to glance out of the window, and there was the VW for sale on the side of the road.
I cycled there yesterday to take it for a test drive, and got the money out to buy it this morning. I got them to knock fifty quid off the asking price, but he still started laughing the second I handed the cash over.
I drove it straight to Philippa’s work, and rushed in to tell her the news. She came outside with an excited, expectant expression, took one look at it and said “you’re a f**king idiot.” Then she walked back into the office.
She’ll come round to love it, I know she will. Especially when I show her how the back converts into a double bed so we can take it to the beach and sleep in it.
And even if she doesn’t, and even if I paid too much for it, and even if other people think it’s a rusty pile of shit that needs condemning, I don’t care. I own my first car, and I’m thrilled to bits. I can drive myself to work, Philippa and I can take turns driving when we go out, and my life is no longer restricted to the generosity of others, or the awful timetables put together by local coach companies. I have freedom…. Freedom…. FREEDOM!!!!

RC 5-8-11