Walking home from school, I found a VW T2 hiding under a tarp. I spent the next seven years trying to buy it. The owner never sold. I only got that exact bus years later, after he sadly passed away.
One forgotten Volkswagen turned into an obsession. Finding these buses, fixing them, keeping them on the road. Rust, patina and all. To me, it's all part of their history, and it's what gives each one its personality.
Then a friend joked that old Volkswagens ruined his life. We loved it so much that we decided to put it on a shirt for ourselves. People started asking where to get one, so we made more.
old volkswagens ruined my life