"He is inordinately fond of the microbus (Typ 2)" There is no such thing as this! As some of you are no doubt aware, the lucky owner/caretaker/curator of a VW Type 2 (AKA Bus, Transporter, My One True Home, etc.) knows there is nothing inordinate about the profound love this vehicle inspires! It is one of the few cars which justly deserves the kind of affection we feel for our most prized bicycles. The campers in particular are beloved for their dual roles as home and escape module. Driving mine, I feel like a snail: making my way slowly, with my home at my back. (No slime, though.) This is pretty much how I felt when I went bike touring in my teens and twenties. You can also get quite a few bicycles inside, as I first learned on the Trans-Canada Highway in 1979. My wife, brother-in-law and I were bike tripping across the continent and ran out of inspiration outside of Ottawa, contemplating way too many miles on the only through road there was. We hitched a ride in a totally packed VW bus driven by two crazy German guys, who let us off in Sault Ste Marie many cramped hours later. But everything fit inside!