Bertha, don't you come around here anymore.

Bertha and I have been together since 97. She's a year older than me, and it was a bit of an issue for us, but we always worked around it.

She is the one tangible thing I have left from my glory days. I hate hate hate people needing objects to prove their status, but I'm a hypocrite b/c that's exactly what Bertha is.

Bertha is a VW Bus, and I own her so that I can say I have a bus. She's the one who takes me to all the concerts, shes the one who makes camping fun, she attracts the people to me and when I drive her all I have to do is sit and look sweet. :)

With Bertha I can do things I'd be way to shy to do in a minivan. I have picked up hitchhikers in Bertha, honked at joggers, yelled silly things at gardeners, felt perfectly confident walking into an "adult video store", and most importantly had wild crazy monkey sex parked on the side of the road at the state fair with 2 police officers directing traffic less than 6 feet away.

Bertha makes me happy. Sure my kids and husband and home and life make me happy, but with Bertha it is different. It's a happiness that you feel from your core, it radiates and you can physically feeeel it. I know without a doubt that when I am driving down the highway with my windows down and my music blaring that that is who I am, thats me. She makes me feel alive.

Bertha is not getting the attention she used to, with 3 kids, a husband, and a house I dont have much time to take a few days off and camp at the beach with her like I used to. Every 6 months or so someone will ask if she is for sale. I can't bear to do it. I still drive her on occasion, there is nothing major wrong with her. Once and awhile something will break and I'll get stranded somewhere, but David always comes to my rescue. It's a hassle though. Today a guy stopped by and introduced himself, he wanted to let me know that if I ever sold it he'd be very interested. Sigh. I should sell her, she deserves to be as happy as shes made me. It'll kill me to see her around the neighborhood though and know she isnt mine anymore. I dont know dawwwwwg....this is a tough one for me. I have some thinking to do. My van has a broken axl or something that needs to be fixed, the money from the bus could pay for that and I'd have reliable transportation.....but where would I go? Blah. I like just knowing she's here.