Random thought for the night: why is it that you always think about perverts, molesters, child abductors, and stalkers as driving around in white automobiles? There's the creepy panel van, or the nondescript Taurus but one thing they always have in common is that they're always white. Why not blue? Does a perv elude suspicion by saying "don't worry, I won't hurt you - my van is biege." Granted, you can't exactly be nondescript in a van painted like the A-Team van or something like that.
Before I turn in for the night, I have to make one little admission: there's a little part of me that has always yearned for a conversion van. You know what I'm talking about: badass surround sound, a backseat that folds down into a bed, captain chairs and one of those little center tables. Maybe even those little porthole windows with the fisheye thing. The whole nine. Yes, it's more than a little odd, but there's something fascinating about the whole idea of the idea of that kind of a van. It's not even if the "if this van's a-rockin" slogans that go with owning it, or the whole ideal of the van from Rock 'n Roll High School, there's just something wonderfully absurd about those damn vans.
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