In the way of derailing this runaway train, I just thought that some of the
perverted or even normal lurkers out there might have some worthy input on the
subject of Vanagon porn - in one, on one, under one or, for the real diehard
Vanagonauts, thinking of one during.  When you consider it, a Westy is the
ideal locus for the bumping of uglies.  I now know that I wasted my youth on bikes
and hot cars whenever I could have been brewing a pot of coffee to have with
my cigarette.  I even could have bought one of those "If This Van's A'rockin'
. . . " bumper stickers.

George