If you want to build a rolling xylophone that a lot of people can play on, you need to start large.
Garage-defyingly, big-elbowed, fat-assed gas-whale large.
I don’t even want to think of how thirsty this platform is, it’s stupidly gorgeous. Burly rhomboidal lines. Four rows of seating (that won’t last long). Brown/orange “sunset” striping. Eight lugnuts per beefy wheel. Go ahead, click to enlarge the pic. You’ll barf, it’s so large.
This, friends, is our pigheaded American folly.
Back in the day, a few burly trapezoids and some bitchin’ mags made your van a ride.
I’m buying the XyloVan’s base today. Can’t wait.
I biked past it this morning and snapped a cellphone pic. We don’t own it just yet. The owner is clearing the title and getting DMV papers in order. Details when it’s actually ours.
Soon. 
Can’t find the Craigslist ad, but we’re on the verge of buying the foundation of XyloVan – a 1984 extended Club Van.
More about it when it arrives. And then some. We have plans. Anyway, it looks a little like this:
