I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that as a teenager I wanted to one day own a kombi of my own. My uncle had a metallic blue one when I was a kid. The bohemian, travelling, drifter in us all can't help but be seduced by them. Travelling wherever the wind or whim takes you... whether it be a perfect point break, deserted forest trails or into the throng of a festival. Supremely customisable, archaically functional - if a little quirky - with oh so much personality.
For some, the dream remains a dream. Others commit to the tweaking and tinkering that comes with the reward of ownership and the sweet, sweet freedom.