There were 2 Vans.
Both Ford Econolines. The first was a gray cargo van with no seats behind the cab. I loved that one best. It only stranded us twice that I know of. Inside the van I had put up 3 inch masking tape and written on it
"I tell you I would rather be a swineherd, understood by the swine, than a poet misunderstood by men."
It's Kierkegaard quote. It's pretentious. It's how I still feel most of the time.
The second Van was a lovely white thing with netting and three rows of seats and the Triton engine in it. I never bonded with it.
The Van deserves several more posts.