wish list for the brown pelican

this photo makes me laugh, thats our van parked in the middle there, i went for a surf, after being parked alone in the feild, and a few hours later when i came back BAMM surrounded by the whole vancouver vanagon club on their may long weekend as they call it, i guesss they wanted to be friends, and yes there was a lot of van drooling and admiration peeking.

i love this shot of the van all opened up parked in the sand bowl, the kids inside eating little james island in the back ground, stowes saab tucked behind us, so summery.

last week Hot Mike and i were discussing all the things we need to do to our vans before we head south to Santa Cruz for Toby's big day, and wow the list of things i need to do with the van incredible so if you haven't died of boredom yet here it is;

put the engine back together

get roof racks so i can sleep while Mee-Mee drives

redo all the pop-top seals, demo old buy and install new

fix or buy new canvas for pop-top

fix speaker problem, buy new stereo, with fader

check the brakes, rotate tires

need new windshield

address the ignition problems, install new terminals

cut out seat under driver, build drawer and hide-away

build new jump seat for kids

or find swivel for passenger

buy junk yard rear bumper

new radio antennae

sound proof front doors and slider for gods sake

drive off small cliff into the waves

old ford econolines

i made this to prop up some image of these wicked ass ford vans and trucks, i love so much, sweet rides never die.

Vermont trip

look how lush everything is in Vermont in the summer, hot damn i wish i was there right now, that's back when we first bought the van and drove it five thousand miles to the east coast to Vermont to Delaware and back, against the heat of the plains, with no ac. this photo is form 2004 but looks like it's from the eighties and the van is brand new. Did i tell you how much i love summer time. look how small baby Dashiell is.

FOR THE IRISH

my wife has been inside this van, it's brown and full of leprechauns and green, beer,turtles, and jewelry. he's driving around the peninsula right now, looking for a sailboat, or whitewater, or where the heck hot mike lives, look out.

super creepy van parked in front of my house

okay this is like the Vietnam vets escape vessel, every couple of days he comes out at like ten eleven and runs it full bore, just revs the fuck out of it and pops the hood and should buy a muffler, wakes the neighbors makes the dogs bark but shit, he sleeps in a house with no water, no heat, no phone, no shitter, and a mental patient landlord roommate/lover, pack rat, tax evader, who personally drive five cars around all day inspecting all his inherited boarded up houses,

so the van is parked, is never driven, just started every couple of days, i like to think, Kelly, the veitnam vet, uses the van as a plan b, for his life, the escape capsule from crazy, some evenings late at night he'll pull up in his silver car and just sit with the radio blasted, sixties classics, he'll sit and smoke, in the car in the dark on my dark dirty street, and he'll watch his van.

i don't know.