Sunday, January 28, 2007

Big Blue's Owner recognizes Van on our site


Hey We Like Vans,

I just want to introduce myself as the owner/lover of a featured van on your site. Big Blue, or 'Beauville - Blue (featured - November 2006)' as labeled on the site, looks vantastic on the WWW. My name is Corey Norman and I have been driving Big Blue as a daily driver for 7 years now. I found out about your site from my brother Nick Norman, who works with Dave Carollo and I think his girl friend is the model with the old VW van in the Blog area and on myspace. That's what I was told. Anyways, I love what you've set up and will be a frequent visitor. Anything I can do to help?

Thanks for making Big Blue a star and giving her the recognition she deserves.

Corey

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

An actual reporter from an actual newspaper!


Today we are very honored to feature the shining work of San Francisco Chronicle reporter Peter Hartlaub!
His article below was printed in the Chronicle on October 14th of 2005.
You can find the original article by purchasing a back issue of the paper from that date OR by visiting the website and searching by keyword VANS. awesome.
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Once, custom vans ruled the road. What has become of our glorious nation?

The procession will be led by Mr. T, tearfully clutching a photo of his beloved red-striped 1983 GMC with gun rack and 350 cubic inch V-8 engine. The stone monument will be covered in avocado shag carpet, with a built-in mini-fridge and side rear bubble windows. And all who mourn will be bathed in the holy glow of a black light, shining on hundreds of Led Zeppelin T-shirts in one final glorious fluorescent send-off.

Inscribed on the tombstone, three simple words: "Don't come knockin'."

It may seem a bit early to make funeral plans for the custom van, but the figures don't lie. Conversion van sales have plummeted from 181,000 in 1994 to less than 23,000 in 2004, according to published reports. And with gas prices rising, the mightiest vehicle on the road in the 1970s and '80s is bound to become more of an endangered species -- hunted to near-extinction by inferior-in-every-way minivan owners.

But the few remaining believers will tell you that we haven't gone too far to undo this harm. The van culture is fragmented and disorganized, but can rise again. And it still isn't too late to ask ourselves: Do we really want our grandchildren to live in a world without customized vans?

Beth Allen, a San Francisco graphic designer, punk rock musician and van enthusiast, is leading the local revolution on her comprehensive Web site, www.rockinvan.com.

"They're just so damn cool," Allen explains, when asked about her love of vans. "I don't know what it is. They're big inside and comfortable. I'm not even a stoner, but there's something so 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High' about a bunch of people hanging out inside, and then spilling out the back in a cloud of smoke. ... There's just something rock 'n' roll about a van."

Indeed, rock 'n' roll as we know it probably wouldn't exist without the Volkswagen Bus, Dodge Ram and Ford Econoline models.

Would KISS fans have remained so loyal in the 1970s, if underage followers couldn't drink Pabst Blue Ribbon and take bong hits in the privacy of a vehicle that was big enough for its own drapes? Would the punk rock movement of the 1980s and grunge movement of the '90s have existed if Mike Ness and Kurt Cobain were forced to rent U-Hauls to tote their gear? Would anyone have blown all that time following the Grateful Dead, if they had to search for the next miracle with their bongos and granola crammed in the trunk of a Ford Taurus?

What's most startling is how quickly the van has gone from the alpha male vehicle of choice to museum relic. Gary Miller of San Jose, one of the last van customization specialists around, says he used to have many competitors in the Bay Area.

"There was one on every corner," Miller says.

Miller, who has worked at Personalized Vans & Trucks since the early 1970s, says the van clubs have scattered, and he hasn't received a newsletter about an exhibition or cross-country road rally in years. He says a large portion of van conversion jobs in the 21st century involve outfitting vans for disabled drivers and passengers. But Miller still specializes in customizing vans as living space -- installing surf racks, cabinets, high-tech accessories and even toilets for his remaining customers.

Miller says van enthusiasts in 2005 are a small group, but extremely loyal. One customer has brought a new van to customize every few years since 1973.

"He just came back to me for the sixth time," Miller says. "He said, 'I think this is the last one. I'm getting old.' But I suspect he'll be back at least one more time."

Too many customers have submitted to the siren song of the minivan, which peaked in sales with 1.37 million units in 2000. It's a baffling figure, considering all minivans are impossible to have sex in and smell like spoiled apple juice. While there are some surface similarities between a traditional van and a minivan -- both have the word "van" in the name -- the van may be the toughest-looking vehicle ever created, while the minivan has rightfully become synonymous with complete emasculation.

Allen fell in love with vans when she bought her first one in 1993, painting flames on the front and sides and using it to haul music equipment. She currently owns a cargo van with red and black shag carpeting, which she's dubbed "The Red Hot Shaggin' Wagon."

Allen and other grassroots van enthusiasts have a corporate ally in longtime van manufacturer GMC, which recently set up the Conversion Van Marketing Association.

The CVMA Web site, www.Todaysconversionvan.com, is filled with van-positive information. In some places, however, it stinks of desperation: "Separate entertainment systems can even be installed, so there's no more fighting over what to listen to or even what to watch!"

Frankly, the deep-pocketed company seems to be fighting small battles, when van enthusiasts are in an all-out war for the soul of America. Why not design a hybrid conversion van? Why not spend big product placement money, getting some of the characters in "Desperate Housewives" and "Lost" behind the wheel of a customized van? Why not build a Conversion Van Hall of Fame?

As a public service, we've even provided four first-ballot inductees to the Conversion Van Hall of Fame, in order of how totally sweet they were:

Mr. T's van from "The A-Team": The A-Team was a group of vigilantes wanted by the federal government, there was a huge reward for their capture and they drove one of the most identifiable vehicles in the history of television. So why didn't anyone turn them in? Because B.A. Baracas' van was so imposing and fearsome, no one would dare make the phone call.

The Mystery Machine: When you think about it, "Scooby Doo" was one of the lamest shows on television. It was basically the same show over and over, with a bunch of stupid characters except for maybe Shaggy. So why did it become so successful, spawning endless spin-offs, video games and movies? Because it had a rockin' van.

The van that Black Flag toured in: Henry Rollins says it best in his book "Get in the Van: On the Road With Black Flag," recalling the first time he saw the punk band that he would later front: "I remember watching their van pull away and I wanted to be in it. ... They had no fixed income and they lived like dogs, but they were living life with a lot more guts than I was by a long shot."

Rocket's van From the 1988 movie "Colors": As rabbit loving gangsta T-bone (played by Damon Wayans) said, while cruising in the back of the van used for criminal enterprise by Rocket (Don Cheadle), "The Rocket don't smoke and the Rocket don't joke." Yet would Rocket have been anywhere near as tough committing drive-bys from the passenger seat of a Ford Fiesta? Of course not.

(Honorable mentions: The van commandeered in "Old School" to kidnap fraternity recruits; The van the serial killer in "Silence of the Lambs" used to collect plus-size victims; The "Flowers By Irene" surveillance van in "The Simpsons"; Every van used to commit a crime in the TV show "CHiPs.")

Realizing that sex sells, Allen is less subtle than the people at GMC. Her site includes features with names such as "Vantisizing," "Boinking in the Back" and "Rockin' Vans" -- which documents scores of van-related sexual encounters.

But like many van supporters, Allen believes the vehicle is about more than sex, drugs and nostalgia. And if people just gave the van a chance, like she did back in 1993, they would never return to their old vehicles.

"I can't even stand being in little cars now," Allen says.

Miller knows the feeling, and shares Allen's optimism, pointing out that rising gas prices might actually help the van -- steering the retiree crowd away from giant RVs that consume even more fuel than a van that's loaded with features.

"I think this trend might swing around again," Miller says. "If you just see the room in these things, you'll be astonished."

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Nolan and the Beast


Van blogging princess Leia Thorsteinson sends us.......

So here it is, as promised the picture of my father with the "The Beast." It finally died for the last time about two years ago. It's a 1970 Dodge I believe. It's actually sad to think that I will never step foot in "The Beast" again. I drove this van all around Tampa, Florida when I was 21. He will be missed, he will be missed. :(

Picture taken in 1993. My dad - Nolan Thorsteinson

Friday, October 27, 2006

Oh! you pretty thing.


While trolling through chicago's craigslist for vans this morning, I stumbled upon this beauty, a 1966 Dodge A100. The post says this:

"1966 Dodge A100 van, body in good condition, 273 V8, automatic trans. Engine runs but needs complete exhaust from the manifolds back. $1600 Tom 847-544-xxxx"

While I'm no vintage van appraiser, that seems like a sweet deal. For a measly $1600 you get one of the coolest looking vans ever, plus street cred for having a 40 year old vehicle. Needs complete exhaust from the manifold back? Sounds like a perfect time for some new headers, and dual 3" straight pipes. This sucker is powered by a 60s Mopar V8, putting out what I'll assume is a paltry 150 HP at the moment, but which could be bored, stroked and caressed into something more along the lines of 275 HP beast.

Plus, it looks badass.

Also, a quick googling brought up this monstrosity :

http://www.truckinweb.com/brandpages/dodge/0606tr_custom_1966_dodge_a100_van/photo_03.html

so you shoud probably buy this van if for no other reason than to stop someone from putting an orange and purple paint job on it. Oh, and those flames? Way over the top, I say. I would have gone with the more subtle "ghost flame" technique, but thats just me.

Any way you look at it, though, this is a great van, and (I'm assuming) a steal at $1600. You don't really need that Macbook anyhow.

Cheers,

Van Gogh

Monday, October 23, 2006

long white van



it's the longest van i have ever seen painted white.
we are thinking that oprah owns this van.

My Van, My Lady




I remember the first time I laid eyes on you. Sitting there on the corner of Falcon and Grant. So sweet, so innocent -- you wanted me and I wanted you. The sign in the windshield telling me you were on the market. Your smooth lines calling my name, like a banshee screaming from the heavens. As the chrome glistened in the autumn sun I climbed in and on board, you took me and caressed me. Peace was finally available.

Taking a seat in the captain’s chair gave me the confidence to go anywhere and do anything because I had you to take me there. Your porthole window: a glimpse into another world, a stain-glass view into the heart of man. Down below, burgundy shag carpet conforming to my feet, like clouds in the sapphire sky.

Your A/C Delco filled my head with classic rock and we were off. Into the world, an adventure made for the two of us. Remember stopping at that café in Arcadia, they loved you there. Flo, who served me the best steak and eggs, wanted to see inside you, she had a thing for long-backs, but she wasn’t on our level. She wanted to hit and run, I couldn’t let her do that to you.

Across America we went, your Goodyears rolling on, piercing through the crisp air, gunning for the manifest destiny that waited for us. And then, there in Jonestown, I went in for a pack of Pall Mall’s and coming back to you I noticed it, right there, dug into the drivers side door. A dent. My heart sunk. I wanted to find the bastard and rip their heart out, take a bite and spit it back into the heartless soul of the dolt who dinged you.

Yet, the days continued and we kept on keepin’ on. When it got cold your heat warmed me and when it rained you kept me dry. The nights came and I slept inside you and no matter how scary the noises outside got, I was safe within your plush metal walls. Dreams were prevalent at that time and I remember one in particular that involved you, me, and a sorority car wash fundraiser.

Never in a million years did I ever think we would part, but we reached our destination and settled in. California was new then and you were still my lady, but my job took me away from you and I had to settle for air travel. Persuading the bosses that I could accomplish more with you under me was shunned and the tickets for those so called “air buses” kept coming. The thought of you sitting in that dark garage killed me and in late September of ’86 I had to let you go.

Watching you roll away with a new fellow kept me up at nights, but you deserved to be with someone who was going to be a gentleman for you. Time helps but I think of you often and every now and then my thoughts drift back to our time together. A bright spot in the life of me and I hope you feel the same way. I think about where you are now and I pray that it’s safe and warm. You deserve more than this world gives you, but like most things in this screwy planet you never get the respect you deserve. But, perhaps you’re out in a field, giving refuge to creatures of the small kind or a man who has long fingernails and craves pork-n-beans. No matter, I am sorry I lost you, but oh so grateful for the time we had together. For the good times and everything in between.

Sincerely,
Los Vangeles

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