this is boob's 1968? VW van. we took this to the 1984 olympics in L.A. and to boston and new york in 1986. i don't know which trip this was because the three constants on the two trips were, in fact, boob, my brother chris and boob; and we're the three in the picture. do you think we could've worn shorter shorts?

my recollection is that in both trips, all boob spent on the van was for a new muffler somewhere in milwaukee. it just ran and ran.

somewhere between l.a. and vegas (it was 40 degrees and we were driving with the sliding door open as we almost always did when it was hot) we were stopped by the CHP - the stereotypical dude in aviator shades, a night stick and squeaking leather accessories - and he sidled up to the van. my brother chris was asleep on the floor with his bare feet stick out of the van. the patrolman took out his night stick and lightly tapped chris' feet. chris - who was still asleep - protested a little, not knowing it was a cop. the cop hit his feet a little harder until chris woke up, quite upset. the rest of us were watching this with a lot of enjoyment, knowing we weren't really in trouble. having said that, there was a cooler full of ice and beer on the floor right beside chris but it was early in the morning and nobody was drinking....yet.

chris finally realized it was a cop and we all had a good laugh.