I should have started this when I knew this road trip was what I needed to do. At first, it was just an innocent Craigslist search, but it revved up to a full on life mission very rapidly. I had to have a van. I had to call in someone special to make that happen. Gracen is a great friend of mine, and he's a van dude. He loves Dodge vans, and he knows how to find them. Word spread through his gear-head community, and he started sending me prospects. One caught my eye, but it was a six hour drive away. We planned on going up to check it out, but the swap meet was coming up that weekend, so we hoped something would come along. The tale of a sweet camper van was creeping around the track, but Gracen couldn't get eyes on it. Later in the day, Curtis, a guy that knows a solid deal when he sees one, finds it. He bought it, hoping to have at least a week of kicking around in it, but it was meant to be mine. The second I saw it, I was smitten. I gave him a spin around the track with Curtis, and that was it.I couldn't live without him. I showed him off to a couple members of the Rolling Death van club and was even more encouraged to make the most irresponsible/exhilarating decision of my life. Curtis and I talked a little business, and it was a done deal. I've now spent two weeks getting to know the newest love in my life. Gracen and I went to Wildcat Mopar to find a few bits and pieces to complete my ride, and I got a few snaps of all the Dodge magic in the yard. I stayed out at 'VanCamp' under the St. John's Bridge as often as I could, (Yes, in a van, down by the river...) and now, me and my little squishy faced co-pilot are ready to pick up my best friend Kelley tomorrow, and head to our first destination: Coos Bay, Oregon. We're going to take it nice, and slow...
