Grandpa Whiscut

A little over a year ago I blogged about our van, Grandpa Whiscut. You can read that post here. In my original posting I neglected to show you the exterior of the van. So here he is.


We have our van up in WY. There is no way that it would be practical here in the city. Since we have no intention of making Denver our forever home, my parents have been kind enough to let Grandpa Whiscut rest his weary bones in their driveway.

Let me recap the highlights of Grandpa Whiscut:

• He has a couch that folds out into a queen size bed.
• He has a sink.
• He has a closet.
• He has a fold out table.
• He has a toilet...that we will never use.
• He has a purple skull on the dashboard.
• He has a hot pink interior.

Here is the back of the van (plates are expired). I am most proud of the sticker that reads, "Support Your Right to Arm Bears."

Every time we visit my parents Eric goes out and starts (or tries to start) Grandpa Whiscut. He will drive it forward or backwards a few inches to keep the tires in shape. I can't wait until the day that we can make our glorious return. We will swoop up our old man of a van and take him back to Montana where he can offend people with his bumper stickers.

The Glory and the Pain: Grandpa Whiscut

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.