Thought now is as good a time as ever to pop up a picture or two and some of the stunts I’ve done with this van. He’s a 1970 panel van originally bought brand new to be converted by the original owner to take his Mrs on adventures and travels around the UK and the continent. Some of this I’ve gleaned from various sources including the second owner who I met at Busfest one year and it’s to him I’m indebted for the history. The original owner only used the van for a couple of years possibly five from memory, then his wife passed away so he parked it up in a row of garages and just left it there because it reminded him of his wife.
Enter into the story the second owner as a young rascal / tear away as most of us were back in our teenage possibly pre teenage years. This young fella who’s name escapes me, and his cohorts would terrorise the local neighbourhood / play in this area around the garages and one thing leading to another they eventually ran amok along the asbestos sheeted roofs as part of their adventures and chasing each other around. Eventually some of the roofs were damaged here and there and bits of roofs were lost in the time period that these children played there. As children do, they had a nose about through the broken roof sheets to see what was in these garages and none of them were at all interested in a dusty old Volkswagen van ,,,,, at the time!
Years and years later as this young fella emerged as a VW petrol head he kept remembering this old dusty van in that old scabby garage and I’m pretty sure he didn’t even know for sure exactly what sort of van it was or even what colour it definitely was but I may have made that bit up. This story was relayed to me by the second owner up at Busfest one year maybe five, six, seven , years ago. This chap probably thought it was a ringer because it was no longer a converted panel van but a regular van with stock windows, he wasn’t convinced initially until I showed him some of the scars internally of where I’d changed things around, mainly to make it look like a stock van.
Back to the story , so this chap had knocked the door of the owner several times over the years but he just didn’t want to part with it despite all the offers to fix it up etc etc etc. Somewhere along the line, someone did some work for him and that someone was a friend or a relative of the second owner and eventually softened him up to sell it and a deal was struck.
Now the true state of this van was revealed as the van was dragged out of this tight spaced old garage in the middle of the rank, it was so tight on space that you could hardly squeeze down the side of the van to try and release the brakes etc. Once it was dragged out, the second owner (I’m gonna call him Vinny from now on) so Vinny gets the van out and part of the garage roof is lodged on the roof of the van along with years of dust and dirt and rain damage from the leaking roof. The rear offside corner had the drainage slot blocked for a long long time and this section of the roof had completely rusted out along with several other sections of gutters where all the crap had gotten soaking and just rusted it out. And that is as much as I remember about the first and second owners . The van was then sold on to a chap ‘in the trade ‘ and I’m fairly sure he worked at a tyre and mot place . So,,, I’ve won the van on EBay and me and my mate drive all the way to Essex I think it was as a good excuse to go for a blast in his brand new Jag that he’d bought and had delivered the week before. Well we go for a run around the block and this van is a little smelly, and a little rough, and a little oily, and sloppy steering is nowhere near a close description of where this van was going, the very recent mot had obviously come out of a box of cornflakes and started off with ‘ once upon a time’ So no fuel, no fuel guage, no steering really and not too much in the way of brakes, I was in love and a bit blinkered with my rose coloured glasses, what could possibly go wrong !
We headed off at breakneck speed off towards sunny Bristol and mainly looking for a garage to get some juice and some oil with my mate Dave trying to keep up in his brand new Jag. We got juiced up and bought oil, Comma oil was the cheapest in a gallon container going on the basis that any oil is better than no oil for the journey home. We stopped a couple of times mainly because of the smell of burning oil and not toooo sure how much fuel we had at any given moment so we eventually stopped on the M4 right at the London end somewhere and I’m treating Dave to a burger an chips from Burger King at the services, so we’ve parked up and tried to lock the van, absolutely no hope as I’ve got a bunch of keys that don’t actually fit the locks and Ford keys that are never gonna work etc etc. So I go and get the burgers and me and Dave then sit in the back with the table out and eat our stuff. A brand spanking new Merc pulls up and a giant of a man gets out and spots me and Dave sat in the van eating, this fella is dripping in chains and Tom foolery and looks a zillion dollars. In the most feminine voice I’ve ever heard from a full grown fella or indeed some ladies, he says “Oooh Nice “ and wanders off to get whatever it was he’d stopped for ^^^ say that in as high a pitch voice as you can imagine. Me and Dave scoff our burgers real quick and get out of there. It dawns on me later, at fiftyish miles an hour I’m never gonna out run a Merc and I’m pretty sure he was going the same way as us because it was the motorway!
Eventually get the van home and leave it parked out the front and it’s now the early hours of the morning. Me and Dave are still starstruck but we can’t show the girls until tomorrow.
Ozziedog,,,,,,,,,,,What The Hell Is That!!???
Enter into the story the second owner as a young rascal / tear away as most of us were back in our teenage possibly pre teenage years. This young fella who’s name escapes me, and his cohorts would terrorise the local neighbourhood / play in this area around the garages and one thing leading to another they eventually ran amok along the asbestos sheeted roofs as part of their adventures and chasing each other around. Eventually some of the roofs were damaged here and there and bits of roofs were lost in the time period that these children played there. As children do, they had a nose about through the broken roof sheets to see what was in these garages and none of them were at all interested in a dusty old Volkswagen van ,,,,, at the time!
Years and years later as this young fella emerged as a VW petrol head he kept remembering this old dusty van in that old scabby garage and I’m pretty sure he didn’t even know for sure exactly what sort of van it was or even what colour it definitely was but I may have made that bit up. This story was relayed to me by the second owner up at Busfest one year maybe five, six, seven , years ago. This chap probably thought it was a ringer because it was no longer a converted panel van but a regular van with stock windows, he wasn’t convinced initially until I showed him some of the scars internally of where I’d changed things around, mainly to make it look like a stock van.
Back to the story , so this chap had knocked the door of the owner several times over the years but he just didn’t want to part with it despite all the offers to fix it up etc etc etc. Somewhere along the line, someone did some work for him and that someone was a friend or a relative of the second owner and eventually softened him up to sell it and a deal was struck.
Now the true state of this van was revealed as the van was dragged out of this tight spaced old garage in the middle of the rank, it was so tight on space that you could hardly squeeze down the side of the van to try and release the brakes etc. Once it was dragged out, the second owner (I’m gonna call him Vinny from now on) so Vinny gets the van out and part of the garage roof is lodged on the roof of the van along with years of dust and dirt and rain damage from the leaking roof. The rear offside corner had the drainage slot blocked for a long long time and this section of the roof had completely rusted out along with several other sections of gutters where all the crap had gotten soaking and just rusted it out. And that is as much as I remember about the first and second owners . The van was then sold on to a chap ‘in the trade ‘ and I’m fairly sure he worked at a tyre and mot place . So,,, I’ve won the van on EBay and me and my mate drive all the way to Essex I think it was as a good excuse to go for a blast in his brand new Jag that he’d bought and had delivered the week before. Well we go for a run around the block and this van is a little smelly, and a little rough, and a little oily, and sloppy steering is nowhere near a close description of where this van was going, the very recent mot had obviously come out of a box of cornflakes and started off with ‘ once upon a time’ So no fuel, no fuel guage, no steering really and not too much in the way of brakes, I was in love and a bit blinkered with my rose coloured glasses, what could possibly go wrong !
We headed off at breakneck speed off towards sunny Bristol and mainly looking for a garage to get some juice and some oil with my mate Dave trying to keep up in his brand new Jag. We got juiced up and bought oil, Comma oil was the cheapest in a gallon container going on the basis that any oil is better than no oil for the journey home. We stopped a couple of times mainly because of the smell of burning oil and not toooo sure how much fuel we had at any given moment so we eventually stopped on the M4 right at the London end somewhere and I’m treating Dave to a burger an chips from Burger King at the services, so we’ve parked up and tried to lock the van, absolutely no hope as I’ve got a bunch of keys that don’t actually fit the locks and Ford keys that are never gonna work etc etc. So I go and get the burgers and me and Dave then sit in the back with the table out and eat our stuff. A brand spanking new Merc pulls up and a giant of a man gets out and spots me and Dave sat in the van eating, this fella is dripping in chains and Tom foolery and looks a zillion dollars. In the most feminine voice I’ve ever heard from a full grown fella or indeed some ladies, he says “Oooh Nice “ and wanders off to get whatever it was he’d stopped for ^^^ say that in as high a pitch voice as you can imagine. Me and Dave scoff our burgers real quick and get out of there. It dawns on me later, at fiftyish miles an hour I’m never gonna out run a Merc and I’m pretty sure he was going the same way as us because it was the motorway!
Eventually get the van home and leave it parked out the front and it’s now the early hours of the morning. Me and Dave are still starstruck but we can’t show the girls until tomorrow.
Ozziedog,,,,,,,,,,,What The Hell Is That!!???
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