It all began with a simple mission: to try every hamburger across America. But, as with any great adventure, the journey took a life of its own. What started as a culinary quest soon became an epic road trip fueled by diesel engines, VW treasures, and the open road.
With a stash of complete core Canadian-market diesel engines and a plan to pick up a 1981 Rabbit truck in California, the trip started to take shape. Dates were finalized, routes mapped, and pit stops planned. The first leg of the journey had me delivering surplus Beetle parts in Kansas before a quick Costco tire run (because even a road trip warrior needs fresh rubber).
The scenery began to change as I headed west. Arches National Park in Utah took my breath away with its towering red rock formations. A quick stop in Moab turned into a mini meet-up, where I sold a couple of engines and turbos to fellow VW enthusiasts. From there, the Denver mountains called, and I answered, cruising through some of the most stunning landscapes this side of the Rockies.
Utah held another gem: Dwight’s Monster Auto Wrecker. For a VW fanatic like me, it was like striking gold. A treasure trove of parts lay waiting, and I made sure not to leave empty-handed. Then came Las Vegas, a city where the neon lights were almost as exciting as the Guinness on tap and the obligatory In-N-Out burger.
California brought its own adventures. Death Valley was a test of both machine and man, with heat and desert roads stretching endlessly ahead. In Pahrump, I finally loaded up the 1981 Rabbit truck I’d come for. Mission accomplished—or so I thought.
The return journey wasn’t without its share of challenges. Route 66 delivered its iconic roadside charm, but a blown tire on the Rabbit truck turned into a full-on Nascar pit stop moment. By the time I reached New Mexico, I was back in my element, touring yards and picking up more treasures.
Nebraska and Iowa offered more opportunities for U-pull-it adventures, while Illinois reminded me that road trips sometimes run out of fuel—literally. Finding myself in a ditch after running out of diesel was a humbling moment, but one that only added to the tale.
The final stretch had me yard-picking in Chicago and grabbing some long-overdue mail before tackling the border and customs back into Canada. The drive home was a mix of exhaustion and triumph, with a truckload of VW treasures and a heart full of memories.
This trip wasn’t just about chasing burgers or picking up parts; it was about the community, the adventure, and the stories that come with every mile driven. From deserts to diners, mountains to scrapyards, every stop added a chapter to this incredible journey.
Now, back at V DUB HUB, each part I ship carries a bit of that adventure. Every VW project has its story, and I’m here to help yours come to life.
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