Hippie Van Type 2. Mine was scrapped. Its recycled steel is probably in the Escalade that cut you off this morning.
Stretching your VW bumpers helps prevent shin splints.
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Officially, it is a Transporter Type 2. No one actually called it that. You know it as a VW Bus, VW Van or hippie van. Mine, a 1971, wasn't as noble as the cool camper version; it was pretty much an ordinary van minus the middle seat which suited me fine as I was as often toting a bicycle or sailing gear as anything else. When people find out that I used to have it, the usual reaction is, "that's cool." Somehow, they have images of road trips with either Led Zepplin's "Immigrant Song" or Simon and Garfunkel's "(Look for) America".
It was handy to have at the time, a period in my life when I seemed to move every six months. I have good memories of it. It even carried my first windsurfer, a 40 lb Ten Cate. But, the truth is, as a car, it sucked. It's most worthy attribute was the open interior. Everything else about it was between awful to outright deadly.
For a vehicle with the aerodynamic profile of a cinder block, it had all of a 50 hp 1.6 ltr engine. The manual specified a top speed of 62 mph (100 kph). If you ignored this and, instead, ran it at 70 (4900 rpm!) by drafting trucks, it would take about 6-9 months before the main bearings would burn and begin leaking copious amounts of oil which not only was needed to lubricate the engine but to help cool it. For all of its dependence on oil, the oil filter was a wire mesh strainer.
