For much of April it rained cherry petals as the various species did their thing, one after another. This van is no curb monument; I see it in use often enough—it seems to run well—to have noticed its side marker lights are miswired.
Cragar S/S mags in appropriate condition to suit this van; finned brake drum, and an airplane-style pair of chocks. H’mm…something something parking broke something? Good ol’ BFGoodrich Radial T/As; let us hope they never go out of production.
It’s a boxy box on wheels, similar to the contemporary Fargo-Dodge A-100/A-108 and Mercury-Ford Econoline.
Not babied, but not abused, as it seems.
Hey, wow, those giant whip CB antennas, so long they had to be spring-mounted; arched forward, and lashed down with a clip to avoid unwanted friction at the entrance to a parkade or garage. Laurie’s ’71 Wagoneer had one.
It shouldn’t be possible for a sealed-beam headlamp to be cockeyed; in theory they only fit with the correct clocking. But old parts just sometimes don’t work together as intended; ask my spine. Maybe the chrome visors interfere? Eh. At least they’re not the unsafe eyelid type.
Oh, now here we go; there’s a pretty fair amount goin’ on here. The dashboard is covered in some kinda of phur—I don’t reckon the defogger works much, but there’s a later high-back bucket seat with one of those massage-ball drapes on it, and a club lock on the steering wheel: it gets driven at length, and the owner wants to keep it.
Good job there’s a guard dog on duty.
I’m not sure what the latter has to do with the former. Maybe this is a workaround for those I May Be Slow…But I’m In Front Of You decals being legal only for use on a VW Bus.