As Billy Ocean would say, "Get out of my dreams, get into my bus!"

There are some strange things I have wanted in life:  Heelies, a Chinese scooter, nose hair trimmers, a Gazelle.  However, there is one thing I have wanted since I was a teenager and that one thing is the car of my dreams: a 1959 Volkswagon Bus.

This has to be the most insanely beautiful car ever created.  From top to bottom, it is a sight to behold.  Of course, red would be my choice of color.  Shiny, spotless red.  

Cathi has long known of my desire to obtain the V-Bus, but she has her doubts and they are many.  She claims that they break all the time, that they are old and don't get great gas milage.  She doesn't even find the beauty in them.  She even has the gall to call them ugly!  Well, we all have our vices and the 59 Bus is mine.

If I actually owned a VW Bus, I would detail the entire thing red and white.  On the sides I would have the Utah logo engraved.  I would completely remodel the inside as well.  I would pull out all of the benches and insert a very low sitting leather love seat.  A flat panel television would hang on the opposite inside wall.  On the floor would sit a bear skin rug.  No, no, a cougar skin rug.  A  skylight would be installed that would open and reveal a giant Ute flag, waving furiously in the sunset.  "Go Utes!" people would cry as I drive down State Street.  My bus would be the talk of the town.

I would become the ultimate tailgater.  I would invite people from all races, creeds and religions around my bus for a hopping good time.  Cougars and Zoobies alike would look at my bus and cry loads of jealous tears.  The only time I would ever take my bus out of the garage would be for games, parades or special occasions.  My bus would be kept in immaculate condition.

Now if I can only talk Cathi into it...