On the edge

Beatrice VanDuchess, a 1985 VW Vanagan, has been slowly evolving towards myth ever since she was taken up by a woman with a heart bigger than her physical ability to sustain it (more about this wonderful woman later). There were words spoken, promises made, plans created, stories told and slowly, through a series of kind acts by many many people, VanDuchess (Duchess to many) has journeyed across vast expanses of hope and dreams and sadnesses and memories (more about these later) and potential and time-left-alone and time-to-move and time-to-clean-her-up-and-get-her-ready-for-so-many-things-that-have-never-happened to come to rest in a place where she definitely is not meant to belong, left to wallow in disuse if only for the lack of the right circumstances, people (more about them later) and the zen magic of Krank Shaftner (more on this later) to take her towards her next miles' stretches of potential. These words are to be a dedication to her journey, not yet ended, not yet begun, on the edge, you might say, of something yet to be envisioned.