expedition

Rompin in the Cabbage Patch

Rompin in the Cabbage Patch

This car is the reason we went to Poland. One year ago, we found it in the depths of the Polish equivalent to Craigslist. The seller, Kristoff, actually responded to our inquiry, which was a miracle in and of itself, but the bigger miracle was that he had a good friend in Chicago that he told us to call to ask questions about it since he did not speak English. We talked to her and the car sounded perfect: safari-ready, 4x4, manual, and none available in the States. We usually operate out of Holland on our buying trips, but we decided spending a month of winter in Poland sounded like a really good idea.  

Southern hospitality, the PCH, and a piece of tape

Southern hospitality, the PCH, and a piece of tape

Day One goes smoothly. I buy a cowboy hat. Day Two starts early and by 10 am, I am in The Middle of Nowhere, an hour in either direction to the nearest town, when my coolant light comes on.