Date:         Mon, 17 Sep 2001 10:46:48 -0500
Reply-To:     arbosch@RA.ROCKWELL.COM
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From:         Alan Bosch <arbosch@RA.ROCKWELL.COM>
Subject:      Uplifting Vanagon Experience (Friday?)
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This past Saturday, my two sons and I went on a little fishing adventure to
a co-workers camp in New York's Allegany county.  The camp is miles from
nowhere - literally, twelve miles off a paved road on a seasonal-use-only
dirt road.  My kids had never been fishing up to this point, so we packed
up the bus with fishing tackle, lunch and dinner, a few spare parts, and
headed out for the two hour drive.  Essentially a flawless drive down,
broken only by the olfactory realisation that I forgot to pack diapers and
wipes for my youngest.  The bus handle the dirt road with ease, if at a
somewhat less than zippy pace.  We ate lunch then headed off to the four
acre pond/lake.  Fishing was good with oldest son catching his first fish -
a chubby 2 or 3 pound bass - upon retrieval of his fourth cast.  Youngest
son was too interested in the minnows swimming in the shallows to do too
much fishing.  Turns out the fish hauled in scared the pants off him
anyway...

After an afternoon catching and releasing twenty-some fish - and chasing a
two year old clutching a four inch Rattlin' Trap Deep Diver lure - we
packed the fishing in, ate a few sandwiches for dinner, and started for
home.  Both kids fell asleep about twenty minutes into the return trip.

Good thing too!  I pulled the bus onto I-390 in Dansville, NY, heading to
Rochester.  About five miles from Dansville, a late model Passat appeared
in my rear-view mirror and followed for several miles.  There were a few
people in the car all being rather animated, gesturing and talking.  They
finally pulled into the left lane to pass.  As they passed, they honked and
I looked over and down, thinking they were waving.  Both folks in the front
and rear passenger areas were younger - perhaps mid- to late- twenties -
women.  Cute too!  And they both pulled up their shirts revealing, umm...
rather ample, ah... attributes, pressing all four against their respective
windows.  (Like I said, good thing the kids were asleep!)  I could only
smile and wave.  They sped off, laughing hysterically, never to be seen the
same way again (at least by me).  And the damnedest thing is, as I watched
that Passat hastily increase the distance between it and my bus, I could
only think of how much Unca Joel would've appreciated the whole thing.

Certainly made my day.

Alan Bosch
& Phred ('88 Wolfsburg)