Friday, June 25, 2010
When I was a kid, I wanted to live in a van. In the mid-70s my mom worked with a long-haired guy named Jeff who had a cool custom van, with an interior entirely covered in blue shag carpeting and a kitchenette. We all went out to the parking lot to look at it once, because my mom knew I was into vans.
I wonder if she knew there was undoubtedly a whole lot of pot being smoked in that van?
I was into motor homes, too. The idea of being able to take your house on the road just seemed unspeakably cool. Of course, at that age, I wasn't thinking about driveability or gas mileage.
Speaking of vans, I came across this gem while walking in Bushwick a couple of weeks ago. It's common to see panel trucks with elaborate graffiti decoration, but it's unusual to see graffiti -- especially such good graffiti -- on a van.