No no, you still don't get it. All fondness, the greatest amount or intensity is wholly in order when the VW Bus (sigh!) is the object! Extreme, you say? Then you, my friend, have not had a bus in your life. It is the Mother Ship of the twentieth century, able to take you anywhere and, by offering a warm, dry, cozy space in which to eat and sleep, make wherever you are your home. It is the backpack that bears you; the comfort of defined, protected space in strange environments. And if the bloody engine breaks at 3:00AM, you can coast to the shoulder and sleep tight until morning.
I love my bus, don't you know.