A recipe for one of our usual road trips is simple. Us, our bus, and the open road. Sometimes we hook up with friends and, if the plans work out, we end up on a convoy. There is something cool about cruising with another van, or two. Or three.
Or forty something.
Just over a year ago I found out about the T25 Dub Ball Cruz. It was the first ever and I found out about it through Facebook. The day after it had happened.
Luckily, it was popular. It needed a sequal and we were going to be part of it. The plan was simple. On the day, turn up to a specific service station somewhere in Leicestershire, wait for as many owners with the same make and model of van as you to show up, and then cruise to a big VW festival.
The result of a simple plan? An awesome weekend away, meeting up with friends, making new ones and generally having an awesome time thanks to everyone's love for the original wedge shaped VW bus. Awesome.
Half way through the Cruz we took a break at Rutland Water. Numbers of vans increased. Many ice creams were consumed. People took pictures and chatted. Then we headed for the show.
Through the car park gate, slowly we lined up ready to leave in a convoy of epic proportions. We both sat, wondering if everyone was going to make the 30 something mile trip to Stanford Hall. Not even knowing exactly where Stanford Hall was, we lined up behind the lead busses. Doris, the least powerful van there, was third in line. What could possibly go wrong.
As it turned out. Something could go wrong. Doris struggled to keep up with her newer watercooled counterparts and soon let me know about it. We limped into a side road and left the Cruz to carry on. Random knocking noise from the back. She had done this before, but a long while ago.
We were now at the back. Pointing home. Giving up. But home was further than Stanford Hall. Kirst persuaded me to continue. VW show or bust. We went for it. Slowly.
You know the rest. It's a VW thing. They get you where you want to be. That's why we love them. A bit behind the rest, we made it. The night was young and the campfire was lit. The beers flowed and the tunes rocked out. Doris and co, Snowdrop and Bernice, accompanied by Ade's firewood catching T4 became our festival home. Everyone else from the Cruz was chilling too.
Us and a field full of old VW's of all types. Beer, Gin and a loud party tent. We were glad we made it.
Sunday was show day. But we're saving that for next time.
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