Adios Muchachas
It must have caused an Indianapolis scandal that June morning in 1962 when my mom piled us into our Ford Woody station wagon with enough Cheese Nips to make it to the Mexican border and said Adios to her husband. I was only 13. It was a road trip that would make me a lifetime traveler.
Driving a Time Machine
Restoring a 1970 VW camper and learning to drive it--in French-- is not for the faint of heart. After ten months of sleeping with John Muir’s How to Keep Your Volkswagen Alive, and a harrowing stick-shift lesson on a quiet autumnal morning in Montreal, I braved a Halloween romp south of the border. Terrified!