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I was so lucky to have that van in high school...not for the reasons you might think, but...because anywhere a group of us had to go somewhere, we went in “The Van”!

I had so many stories about that van.

Chasing kids in it through a rock-filled gully and getting stuck.

Being awoken by the Maine State Police in February as me and two friends spent a freezing sleepless night in a pull off of I-95 where my sleeping bag froze to the floor in a spilled drink.

Carrying band instruments for our CYO band following a bus and having the drive shaft fail catastrophically, while the busses full of band kids drove the next twenty miles without realizing we had broken down.

Driving down a small twisting rural road at high speed with my date in the passenger seat after watching a drive in movie on a double date with my best friend and another girl we had called making out in the back. I had a “black book” and we were looking for two girls to go out with, so we called them and they agreed. As we sped down the road which I was unfamiliar with, we went around a corner, over a small bridge where the road on the other side dropped drastically away and the road curved away, and the entire van became airborne. As the van slammed back to earth, the camping top popped up, the cot with the iron bar came crashing down on my buddy and his girl as they both came back to earth on the floor of the van. (We didn’t get killed)

So many stories. How I loved that vehicle.