Custom vans predate me by several years. I don’t even pretend to understand the appeal behind them except as a place to do illicit and immoral things to the sounds of rock music or (shudder) disco. The imagery is there: Econolines, Rally Vans and Tradesmans with exquisite murals, some of which featured absolutely beautiful artwork and some of which just had as many bare breasts as the airbrusher could tolerate shooting on, filled with shag carpeting that years later would be considered a biohazard by the Centers for Disease Control. Glass packs or side pipes, deep dish mags on white-letter tires, and the unnerving feeling that you should be creeped out when you got near one. Yeah, some of you older types can fill me in on the appeal of them.
But, if you are so inclined to have a shaggin’ wagon of your very own, why build one when you can buy a period piece that’s up for sale? This 1974 Dodge B-van is up for sale, and when the owner says that it turns heads, we don’t know if it’s because of the throwback appeal or the freak factor. A 360 and 727 move the van around, and inside there is enough orange shag carpeting to make you sick. You’d end up paying a carpet-cleaning service and entire month’s paycheck to clean that nightmare out! Outside, the van has a patina’d ’70s look, completed with very worn Cragars on BFG T/As and of course, the requisite porthole window.
Everything old is new again, and other than the cracking flares and the repaint it deserves, this Dodge is set and ready to go. At the writing time bid of $1,175, you just might have enough left over to pay for that carpet cleaning and an air freshener. Or you can leave it as-is and wonder why the city keeps sending you a notice about being parked so close to a school. Whatever floats your boat, man!