â€žÂ It must have been around 1991 when I first sat in a VW T3. After my mom died I grew up in an orphanage and there we had two of those white VW T3 transporter vans we used to get around. Back then the orphanage was led by christian nuns so they were driving these things â€“ not really well so it has always been an adventure. I remember really funny stories when we drove down to Italy during the summer holidays for our annual two week beach vacations. It was the highlight of the year. It was all about camping out, eating outside and living under the pine trees at the beach. We never had any issues with the Vans â€“ they brought us back safely, sunburned and happy.
The years went by and when I was 19 my summer vacation took me to the atlantic coast in France to learn how to surf. Again â€“ Camping out under pine trees with many other surf people and their customized adventure mobiles. The camp ground was packed and no more space was available. There I spotted this perfection of a VW van â€“ a much higher T3 with larger tires and the 4Ă—4 Syncro decals on it. And it parked on top of a small sanddune where no other car without all wheel drive could get up.