Why a Rail Buggy

So why would a girl pick a dune buggy to buy when she could pick anything else to spend $4,000 on, you might ask? The reason starts with my dad.  When I was younger, my dad had a VW rail buggy that was mainly purple with yellow accent colors.  He got the buggy to ride in the woods.  My dad used to go ride at a place called “peevine”, which was about a two and a half hour drive from his house when he was still in high school.  There, he met several others who also had rail buggies, and they made a habit of meeting there to ride together almost every weekend, where they also camped out.  One of the guys there brought his daughter one weekend, and that girl was my mom.  That is how my parents met, riding rail buggies. My dad used to put my car seat in the passenger seat and take me riding with him on the weekends to several different places with my grandpap and their friends they had made over the years. I absolutely loved to go riding with my dad and we always had 4-wheelers and dirt bikes when my brother and I were growing up.  When I was about 10 or 11 years old, my dad sold his buggy because he did not have the time to go riding anymore.  Many of the guys that rode with my dad for years all sold their buggies, too.  When I was about 17 years old, I started posting pictures of my dad’s old buggy on social media in hopes that I could find it and buy it back.  I tried for about a year, realizing that several years had passed since he sold it and the chances were slim, so I started looking for my own. I got a good job over the summer and knew exactly what I wanted to buy with the money I was saving, a rail buggy.  I was a little disappointed that I couldn’t find my dad’s original buggy, but I hoped I could find my own that would still mean a lot to me.  I knew I wanted one that would be street legal and not to use it for the woods like my dad had used his.  I finally found one that was reasonably priced, and so my dad and I went to look at it.  When we arrived, my dad was speechless.  The rail buggy was purple with a yellow accent color.  It was not my dad’s buggy, but it was weird how things turned out.  I did not quite have all of the money to buy it at that time, but we told the guy the story of how my parents met riding buggies and now I’m 20 years old and want to purchase my own buggy.  He was touched by the story and told me he would except payments no matter how long it took, but he wanted me to have this buggy.  To this day, the man I bought the buggy off of is a family friend who we talk to often.  Now that I have my buggy, which is street legal, it brings back good memories to my family.  This is the story of why a girl my age that could get anything she wanted with $4,000, decided on a 1967 VW rail buggy. 

My mom and I in my Dads Rail Buggy

My Dad and I in my Rail Buggy