The bus was deemed unfit for the epically daunting task of travelling across the country. In Owen Sound there is a mechanic named Wolf; he's the VW bus king. Wolf said our bus shouldn't travel, so our bus won't travel. It's a shame, and for a brief moment it seemed like all was lost, or would at least be piled into a small, somewhat rusted, suspension reduced, 10 year old Toyota Corolla, to create some semblance of the original plan.
Enter Mr. Hibma Sr. My father when catching wind of the news said I could not take the Corolla, perhaps crushing the dream all together. But wait, then he offered his Volkswagen instead. Alas, the trip will continue, in a TDI Jetta, meaning cheaper gas, guaranteed reliability, and air conditioning! The format for the trip may be a bit different but the VW spirit will be there. The offer of the car has been a blessing. "He saved summer!", said a friend who is coming with us. Thanks Dad.
Departure is tomorrow. I wake up every morning now and can't fall back asleep, while there may be multiple reasons for my insomnia, the trip is certainly placing some anxious excitement on my mind.
Ciao for now!
The next post will be from the road. Here's to tethered Blackberry's and massive cell phone bills!
hibmas means Aunt Charlene and crew are following along. Aidan helped me to get on and join as a follower. Hooray for the youngsters who are much more computer savy than their parents!! Have a great trip.
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