I wanted to tell my story in detail but I'm finding myself too busy to take the time it deserves.  Instead, I'll say a few words to capture the moment and try to come back to it later.

In a car, the windows are small and the passengers are low and close to the ground.  The view is framed like a television and the world goes by while the occupants feel as though they are basically standing still.  Except for the slight jostling and chages in direction, its hard to tell one is moving at all.  Even in a SUV, the seats are positioned so that the view is tunnelled through the windows.

In a vanagon, you are seated very high and the windows are huge!  The windows go from well above your head to close to your waist.  The steering wheel is horizonally angled rather than nearly straight up and down.  This provides a motorcycle like view of your surroundings.  Add the bumping and shaking and the shear girth of the vehicle and it is very clear that your are the ones moving.  The experience is heightened by the clunkiness of the ride.  The characteristic putt putt of a vanagon engine and whirring of the gears is the final touch to make it a very, very different ride entirely. 

When I say clunkiness, I do not mean junkiness!  The vanagon is a volkswagen in its truest form.  It embodies the definition of a machine.  Elegance is present in pure utility and convenience.  The seats are bolt upright and totally supportive.  A four hour trip is effortless and comfortable and the seats are as comfortable as the othepedist designed Volvo buckets and have the additional joy of classic arm rests.  At first glance, you might notice a lack of modern styling but once you're on the road, that awareness fades away.  You become consumed by the incredible view and the feeling that you are truly going somewhere.  The lack of power can be frustrating if you let it, but accept that as part of its character, and you find yourself grow a fondness for its struggle to climb the hills.  Every incline and stop sign reminds you of the little engine that could.  The drivers behind swerve left and right, certainly pissed off at the damned-hippies who are in their way and making them later than they already are, but you are right on time.  Because your destination was simply the driver's seat and the open road and as long as you are on it, in your westy, you are home.