This Van is UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!!
I'm not rich, so this project will take time--it also means my pictures (a la cameraphone) suck.
This is Sasha, in about the shape she was in when I first got her. My wonderful roommates decided she needed some style, hence the "artwork" on the side.
This is what Sasha currently looks like.
I fixed a riding mower and got her as payment. She had been sitting for at least four years in this old lady's backyard. This same lady, whose name I will not mention, originally used Sasha as a work van, carrying...well frankly, carrying crap to the flea market and back: porcelain figures, lace doilies, nick-nacks...maybe girly crap sums it up better. Anyway, after she quit the flea market, she parked it behind her house and used it for storage...apparently rat storage, ut I'll get to that later.
Being a student at NADC, I dragged it home with a dolly, threw some gas and a hot battery in it, and it sprang to life...sort of. It was obviously not happy being alive again, but me being the optimist, I didn't worry. I jumped in, threw it in drive, and drove it to the old lady's new house, where I left it so she could get her girly crap out of it.
Two months passed.
I finally got fed up, and drove out to Sasha, determined to get the job done myself. That was one of only a handful of times I felt like ditching her. It was horrible: the rats had turned all the girly crap in there into a disgusting collage of rat turds and bad arts and crafts--two things I really hate. I ended up taking a snow shovel and chucking it into her garage, leaving her to sort through it--I didn't feel one bit guilty.
After finishing that onerous task, I had another nasty suprise: Sasha would not crank up. It took one month, a tow dolly, a new gas tank (ever tried adapting a EFI plastic tank and sender to a 27-year old Dodge?), new filter, new fuel pump, and rebuilding a Carter BBD carb (the most primitive fuel metering device I have ever seen) to get her back on the road.
