Santa Clarita, California - 1996 I’m weightless, suspended in midair above the filthy carpet lining the floor of an 80’s-era Ford Econoline van. I can’t breathe. I’m laughing too hard. Moments before, my friend Donnie stomped on the gas pedal, kicking the souped-up V8 engine to life and sending a roar of exhaust through a set of racing headers that his father must have thought was a comically ironic addition to this faded family-mobile. Racing toward an intersection with deep drainage channels on either side, he released the pedal.
The Ballad of Van Man
The Ballad of Van Man
The Ballad of Van Man
Santa Clarita, California - 1996 I’m weightless, suspended in midair above the filthy carpet lining the floor of an 80’s-era Ford Econoline van. I can’t breathe. I’m laughing too hard. Moments before, my friend Donnie stomped on the gas pedal, kicking the souped-up V8 engine to life and sending a roar of exhaust through a set of racing headers that his father must have thought was a comically ironic addition to this faded family-mobile. Racing toward an intersection with deep drainage channels on either side, he released the pedal.