My dad was a great guy. He usually had a spare car or truck of some kind, other than what he and mom drove. When I lived in New Mexico it was a van. He and mom were coming down for the holidays, and he told me that they were going to drive so that they "could see the sights along the way".
A few days later I was talking to my brother and he told me that I was getting something really cool for Christmas. That's when it hit me and I said "The Van". It was a 3/4 ton Plymouth. I drove it all over New Mexico and southern Colorado. Hauled motorcycles, camped in it, hunted out of it.
Until this thread I'd kinda forgotten how many good times I had in it. I wish I had a scanner.