I've received a lot of advise on RAMVA for repairing the Wonderbus. Ranging from "You are my hero, Rocky," to "Drive that POS off the nearest pier," to "You are too stupid to pound sand. Go away."
Wife seems to think I am smarter than I am. Or is trying to kill me. She sees the endless trouble the Wonderbus is giving me. 'Twas while she was driving it that it overheated.
Yet she called me this morning, "Hi Honey, I just found a 1968 beetle for $700. Engine runs. I'd like a bug. Can we get it? I'll pay to have the interior done!"
She reported that the interior was so trashed that you would not even want to sit on the seats -- or what was left of them. This, I felt, might be a clue about the level of care the PO gave to the car, so I recommended against it.
I am puzzled. She's smarter than this, I thought.