Owning a bus/van was never something I actively sought—I’m just a kid that fell into it.
I was 19 at the time, struggling with the concept of staying in school while pursuing a degree I wasn’t passionate about. I eventually dropped out to jump into photography full time, eager to embrace change. Around this same time my brother and I passed a 1970 VW Bus on the side of the road, speckled with moss from a number of dormant years. A few days later, the two of us struck a deal with the owner and immediately started wrenching on her in the driveway. And that’s how Wendy came to be.
My memory of our inaugural cross country road trip a few summers back is a little fuzzy now, but the impression it left will never fade.