A few years ago Eric and I were given a great gift. We were bestowed with the wonder and beauty, the pleasure and pain, of Grandpa Whiscut, a 1985 Ford Econoline van in powder blue.
Grandpa Whiscut is no ordinary van. He has been reborn, like a Phoenix from the ashes he has risen to soar above all other vans. Let me explain. Eric's Grandfather gutted the van and put in a couch that folds into a queen size bed, a sink, a toilet, a table and a closet. Also I should mention that Grandpa Whiscut has two batteries, one to drive with and one to power the electricity when you stop. Yep, we can lay around in our van watch TV, blast music, and run some appliances.
Now, you are probably thinking that this van is overflowing with coolness and you would be correct. Eric and I have painted the interior a lovely shade of fluorescent pink. We have started collaging the ceiling with images ranging from Punky Brewster to David Bowie.
Unfortunately there is a downside to driving a van that comes from the '80s. He is called Grandpa for a reason. A few years ago we were driving with all of our belongings stuffed into Grandpa Whiscut when he pooped out on us while we were somewhere in Montana. Don't even get me started on the cost of gas.
It doesn't matter though. Grandpa Whiscut is worth every penny we dump into him because he makes us cooler people.
