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'History of 2%'   by George Kettell

7/14/2014

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 "Unless you have been on a seven month van run in the Sierra Madre, you must have noticed the "2%" movement unfolding in the van world.

Actually, the 2% is spreading rapidly and its feelings seemed to pop up throughout this country and Canada at about the same time. The movement originated from a letter published in the March '76 issue of the National Street Van Association's (NSVA) newsletter. The letter claimed that 98% of the van movement felt that Midwest Vans LTD (MVL), of which I am a member was an undesirable element in vanning. It claimed that 98% did not mind how the NSVA treated their members, or how they ran their truckins, 98% did not care about the NSVA's list of no-no's... no all night partying, no "boogie 'til you puke", no wet T-shirts. Just the NSVA and suburban camping at its finest.

Thus the 2% was born, and word spread fast as the MVL, over 500 strong, vanned to every major truckin this year to find that vanners all over shared their "feelings" too. Vanners everywhere who cared became known as the 2%.

Many feel that the NSVA cares more about the almighty dollar and its sponsors than it does about the average vanner. The feeling grows that the NSVA, rather than offering itself as an information source and promoting unity among vanners, merely "sanctions" events and clubs and offers a list of no-no's. Clubs and independent vanners are either approved, chartered and sanctioned, or unrecognized and/or labeled undesirable (as MVL was).

Commercialism is another point of conflict between NSVA and the 2%. Commercialism is a universal concept that is definable only through its application.

Take a club like Syndicated Truckers from Niagara Falls, Ontario. They held a field meet in May, made "x" number of dollars, and turned the money they made back to the members in the form of a set of club colors for each. That's the way it should be. A club hosts an event, makes a buck and gives it right back to its members.

When a national association like the NSVA makes a buck, like at Bowling Green, you can bet that the administrative costs of running the association will devour almost every penny of the members treasury, leaving nothing for its coast-to-coast, border-to border members.

When people depend on an organization for a living they start to look away from the people's need and see only the dollar sign.

Compare the 4th National Truck-In in Colorado to Bowling Green. Rocky Mountain Vans expected and provided services for 4000 vans, and got much less. They kept concessions to a minimum and barely broke even when it was over. They put most of the money into services, dash plaques and beer for the vanners. At Bowling Green, on the other hand, the NSVA expected 8000 vans, got 6500, and provided services for 1500. Then they provided a long list of rules, not to mention the police. Reports have it that there were 25 to 30 plainclothes officers and 10 narcotics officers.

I have been to many truck-ins where there were police, and still had a great time. I have seen them walking the West Coast Van Nationals with an attitude of "we're here if you need us". At Butler, Pennsylvania, the police attitude was "stay out of the stables and everything is cool". But at Bowling Green, officers with guns concealed under their Hawaiian shirts moved through the crowd. Letting the police dampen the party spirit of the vanners showed that the NSVA has lost sight of why vanners go to truckins. It certainly isn't to file obediently past rows of commercial booths. Vanners like to know what's new but the commercialism should be secondary to the partying.

I recently picked up a copy of Prairie State Gazette, September '76, in which the club president compared the NSVA with the National Hot Rod Association (NHRA).

Twenty-five years ago, drag racing was a family event for Sunday afternoons. Then, seeing that money could be made from the drag racing, promoters took over the NHRA. Nowadays, amateurs put out five grand to make it down to Indy to get a first round elimination and receive $400. The NHRA has priced the sport at multi-thousands of dollars, leaving only the sponsors left at the track. The only real thing the NHRA has done for the average drag racer is to charge him ten bucks to sit in the stands. The participant has become a spectator.

Likewise, to make vanning big business, you will end it.

If the NSVA looks to sponsors for support instead of vanners, a recent letter from Action Vans of Detroit states, vanning will take the same course as NHRA.

So, the 2% is something much needed at this time in the vanning movement.

Unity starts at home, so your own club comes first. Don't leave it to some out of-town organization to do it for you. Remember, you joined a club to meet new friends, not to argue. Sit down and work out solutions.

Organize your area into van councils with other clubs. "Area" does not have to mean statewide. Some states, like Ohio, have many more vanners than others, so three or four councils may be needed. The idea is to organize closer ties between clubs through councils, not through national organizations who have no time to help clubs falling apart, or hassling over name similarities.

Right now, national organizations like the NSVA have control over news media, making them hard to stop, but cross-country unity between a vanner and his brother will help put vanning back where it belongs...

...... in the hands of the vanner."

From the 1977 Custom Vans "Kettell's Korner"

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Custom Cool van club trucking

6/20/2014

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Custom Cool Meet the Nomads, a black hippie gearhead van club trucking all over the Mid-Atlantic. City Paper, by Edward Ericson Jr.,  Published: May 21, 2014
It was thirty years ago, more or less, on a balmy evening not unlike this one, when a group of men—six to 10 of them, witnesses recall—were gathered in the Crown fuel station parking lot near Mondawmin Mall. Just the men and their custom vans. They were coming up with a name for their club.
“I remember the meeting,” says David Jones, aka “Carpet Bagger.” “We were sitting around talkin’, people kicking out different names and what-not. I said, ‘Let’s name the club “Nomads.”’ I kind of explained it. You are a wanderer. You don’t belong to anyone.”
And so it was that the legend, which lives to this day in camping trips up and down the East Coast, was born. The Nomads, all African-American, mostly men (“Ramblin’ Rose” Pryor Trusty was a member too) formed part of a custom brotherhood animated by beer and music, crazy paint schemes, wild wheels, CB radios and gratuitous nudity.
They’re still truckin’ today, in the midst of what might be a vanning comeback.
Custom vans were the new thing in the late ’60s and early ’70s. The VW microbus—cheap, roomy, often fit-out for camping, and horrendously under-powered—inspired legions of others to grab at bigger, more muscular American-made vans and fit them out likewise.
“Back then the van, you know, it was a thing for work,” Jones says. “But you know a conversion van, the kind you can get today? That’s what we were trying to do back then.”
The men installed plush carpeting, trick lighting, cookstoves, sinks—and, of course, beds. Captain’s chairs and bubble windows, mega-stereos, TVs, bad-ass paint jobs, fender flares . . . some vanners—among them Willie “SWAT” Godfrey, the club’s current president—even put extra axles and wheels on their vans, stretching the boxes three feet and giving them a semi-truck look.
It was something like Monster Garage meets Woodstock. “We elevated what the hippies done,” Jones says.
The Nomads were a black hippie gearhead nudist club, trucking all over the Mid-Atlantic and deep into redneck white-folk territory. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.
“The important thing at the meeting was, people wanted to use CB handles instead of names, because we knew each other by those CB names,” Jones says, recalling one of the most important rule-setting arguments in the club’s history. “But I wanted to use real names. And I won that argument. I wanted to use our real names because if something happened to a club member, if they got in an accident or they were on the news, people in the club needed to know that ‘Carpet Bagger’ was Davy Jones.
“For the longest kind of time we didn’t know his name,” Jones says, nodding to SWAT, whose shop, Godfrey Auto Works, at 3605 Woodland Ave., the Nomads are gathered in. It’s a spare space with a desk and a small table, and a shelf of van-topped trophies lining one wall. Through a swinging door is a vast garage housing a half-dozen cars, including an old Cadillac with new gold paint, a ’72 Ford Maverick with a race motor in it, a classic Mustang, and some other customers’ cars. Godfrey still bashes panels, sands, and sculpts with metal and filler back there.
Eric Nelson walks in. He’s got a leather vest on with the name “Nasty Man” stitched on the breast.
He says he joined the club in the mid-’70s after seeing dudes roll through his neighborhoods in these tricked-out vans. “I had a car,” he says. “I always wanted a van.”
Nelson went to Lester Parker at Monument Ford and got a new car in 1975 that he needed his father to co-sign for. By ’76 he was trading it in for a Ford van. He was 25 years old at the time. “When I got it there was nothing in it but carpet. I put a sofa bed in there. I already had an ice box,” he says.“SWAT painted it for me a couple of times.”
SWAT left the fine work—the pinstripes, the murals, the flames and the wings—to others, he says.
“There was a guy back in the old times, his name was Butch; we called him Wandering Art,” SWAT says. “He’d do your bug deflector or your tire cover. He had a school bus he used to ride around in.”
SWAT’s got a box out now with Nomads meeting minutes going back 30 years or more—and a bunch of old photos. There’s a picture of one of the six-wheel vans he made. “It had four captain’s chairs, a sofa bed, TV, everything,” he says.
There’s a photo of the club circa 1975—a band of young, black men looking like they had the world by the short and curlies. “Only trouble with that picture—most of them are dead,” he says.
Lee Coleman—“Angel Wings”—is one who didn’t make it. He was president of the club in ’77. He had wings painted on his van. “He died a year after that,” SWAT says.
Some of the custom work was wildly creative. SWAT’s first van—the old, right-hand drive U.S. Mail truck whose boxy style, like that of a police SWAT vehicle, gave him his nickname—had a turntable hanging from the ceiling, he says, and a La-Z-Boy recliner for his aunt so she’d be comfortable on trips back home to North Carolina.
After that was totalled in a crash, he took a ’74 Ford Van and grafted the rear hatchback from a ’71 Pinto to its side.
“Before GM made the minivan, where the bottom doors flip out and the top door flips up, we were doing that in custom vans,” SWAT says. “I wish I patented that.”
SWAT did more than that, his friends say. They remember all kinds of reworked doors, with hinges anywhere they might go—gull wing effects, tilters, double and triple door arrangements.
“Don’t forget the light show,” Jones says.
It was partly about style but it was also about getting out of the city and going to a big state park or a big show field on the weekends. There was music, food, beer, and contests judging the best customizations on the vans—which the Nomads often won. Of the impressive raft of trophies in the office, “we threw most of them away,” SWAT says.
And there were women, naked women. Also men—naked men.
SWAT: “It was like the hippies.”
Nelson: “We’d get to a spot; in a few hours it was like a city.” All the van clubs, trucking in to show and shine and eat and drink and gossip and brag.
“We had all the creature comforts,” Jones says. The camp site would usually have showers, public restrooms, sometimes a hall with a kitchen, all for $5 or $10.
SWAT extracts a photo—maybe late ’70s, early ’80s. A huge field, groups of people, many, many campers. “That’s Cumberland,” he says. “That’s a national event.”
There were 1,300 vans, more or less.
“We really used to have fun,” SWAT says. “Remember when we went to Danville, Virginia?”
“Remember burnt chimney?” Jones replies.
“I think my second wife burned my van,” SWAT says. “We used to fix a pot of stew when we get up there and stay up all night. We didn’t have much, but let me tell you, it was some kind of good.
“Most of this was about the people,” SWAT says. “They would do a show and shine too.”
“Streaking!” someone says.
“I started ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ down in Tallysville, Virginia, because they weren’t used to seeing black people streak,” SWAT says. But “we’ve been family oriented the whole time,” he adds, shuffling another old Polaroid. “We used to bring the kids [pointing to a kid maybe 10 years old in a photo]—that one’s 40 now.”
“First one I went to was Fishersville, Virginia,” Nelson says. “And when I got there the man at the gate was wearing nothing but a top hat.” He busts out laughing. “I been back every year since then.”
“But the truck-ins, they don’t let us back!” SWAT says, referring to the huge all-van-club annual events where the movement’s legend is extended and its by-laws are written. About 10 percent of vanners at any given time were African-American, SWAT says. There was no racial trouble. Indeed, the current controversy isn’t about race but vehicle type—vans versus camp trailers and motorhomes.
“The people that had vans in the ’70s and ’80s,” Jones says, “in the ’90s they started getting pickup trucks to pull their trailer.” SWAT did that. He’s got a 42-foot diesel camper now, because the van movement for these guys was always all about camping in comfort and style—and vans are less comfortable as you get older. But motorhomes aren’t technically “vans,” say the club’s keepers. The web site announcing the Van Nationals in July says the event is strictly “vans only,” adding that “there is an area for non-vans and motor homes with water and electric outside the main gate.”
“We’ve missed the last three council meetings,” SWAT says. “They can’t accept change. Here we have a thing that’s dying, and you won’t let the old-timers in?”
The Nomads are saddened by this.
And SWAT’s heart is still a vanner’s. “I told Eric, 30-some years ago—we will be the last Nomads. Didn’t I say that?”
“There are thousands and thousands of people that know us, and they’ll tell ya quick—them the Nomads!” Nelson answers.
“We have been towing trailers—we started the vanners, and we started towing the high-lows,” SWAT says.
In a way, this kind of drama is not new. Over-commercialization, milking the movement, seems to affect all subcultures as they grow up. The cycle is the same: Start with grass roots, fun, in-group. Expand to a bigger, more visible group. Solve problems that come with bigness; make structure. Structure then takes over, confusing itself with the movement and culture. Then: splits. Splinter groups. Death. Revival.
There’s an essay at Vannin.com on “The History of the 2%” by George Kettle, which tells of the conflict between hard-partying original vanners and a certain van show promoter. That particular controversy dates from 1976.
Still, the vanning subculture is as slow to change as the vehicles themselves. A 1998 or 2003 Dodge van was much the same design as the 1975 model. Ford is only changing its 1970s-based van platform this year.
But in recent years some new blood has entered the vanning world. A young Midwestern man known as “Matchstick” started a company making new panels out of fiberglass—plus a magazine to promote them. And in L.A. there’s a young guns club called Vandeleros. Even The Wall Street Journal noticed the trend in a recent story.
“The Grand Funk-blasting, mobile rumpus rooms of yesteryear—have held on to some dedicated enthusiasts,” the story reported.
That there are people still out there truckin’ in the best 1970s style has been amazing people for a long time, the men say. Nelson remembers a trip the club took in 2003.
“We went to a meeting in Florida, or some place and they found this guy . . . and he said, ‘I couldn’t believe you guys were still around when they told me.’ He was so excited. I think he did the first something—he did the Coca Cola van or something.”
“He was more of a promoter,” SWAT says. “He worked for a big car manufacturer, and he was in such awe.”
But the conversation always turns back to the “splash parties” the club hosted at the Padonia Park Club up near Cockeysville for years. It’d be $10 at the gate for all the beer you could drink and plenty from the grill, the men say. Plus music, dancing and—oh yeah—the “teeny-weenie-bikini contest.”
“Male and female,” Nelson says. “It’s amazing what people will do for a trophy.”
SWAT says at least 20 each, men and women, would line up and be judged at these events “for their 5.6 seconds of fame, as I call it.” The men are both cracking up again, and then Nelson remembers the most important thing:
“It was always outdoors,” he says, “and it never rained on us.”

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Customized '70 Vans Keep on Trucking

5/1/2014

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Customized '70s Van Fans Keep on Trucking With 'Vanner' Events Custom Vans, Mobile Rumpus Rooms of the 1970s, Hold On to Dedicated Enthusiasts by Jon Kamp on The Wall Street Journal,  April 25, 2014
"The 1970s may be long gone, but for a group of freewheeling fans, the spirit lives on in boxy glory. Sometimes with flamingos emblazoned on the side.
Custom vans—the Grand Funk-blasting, mobile rumpus rooms of yesteryear—have held on to some dedicated enthusiasts.  Even with grandchildren in tow or full-time jobs beckoning on Monday, the "vanners" are trying their mightiest to keep on trucking.  Age has dampened a few things.  "Pretty much, we don't want to see these people naked anymore," said Joe Madonia, a 55-year-old who runs the Museum of Vanning & Hall of Fame at his Hudson, Fla., home. He is working on moving the museum to a free-standing building.  He has at least 50,000 pieces of vanning memorabilia, plus two vintage vans, both 1970s Fords. One has several murals, including a sword-wielding knight, while the other has a "gangster flamingo" with spats, a hat and flying bullets. "My wife is very into flamingos," he said.  Van culture took off in the early '70s, when the "shaggin' wagon" served as a versatile, cheap ride for young people seeking groovy times on the road. These weren't flower-powered magic buses but mostly big, Detroit-made vehicles personalized for comfort and partying.
Hot Rod Magazine helped shape the fad into a yearly gathering known as the National Truck-In in 1973, when then-editor Terry Cook penned some high-minded ideals for the inaugural event: "For those of you who are participating, please be cool. No arguments, no drugs, no thievery and no cutting brodies in the dirt." Cutting brodies, in '70s parlance, was another way to say spinning doughnuts.
Within a few years there were many thousands of vans at competing national events, estimated Mr. Madonia, a National Truck-In board member and longtime attendee. Vans were also cutting brodies all over pop culture, ranging from Sammy Johns ' "Chevy Van," a soft-rocking ode to casual romance on the road, to Scooby-Doo's van, the Mystery Machine.  "It was a sociological phenomenon," said Mr. Cook, now 72 and an event promoter in New Jersey.
The craze steadily faded over ensuing decades. People grew up and had children. Rising gas prices also curbed interest in gas-guzzling behemoths, enthusiasts said. Full-size passenger vans today, mainly an afterthought for auto makers, are more likely to ferry hotel guests to the airport.
"Sometimes I don't know whether we're a survivor or I'm General Custer," said Steve Kesler, president of Explorer Van Co., a family-owned company in Warsaw, Ind., that converts vans for passengers and recreation. He said he has converted roughly 2,250 vans every year for the past decade, but used to do four times as many. Many competitors have faded away, he said.  Yet die-hard vanners are still living the shag-carpeted dream, even in reduced numbers. They are planning their 42nd annual National Truck-In this summer, in Greenwich, N.Y. There were 640 vans at last year's gathering in Ohio, long a vanning hot spot, up from recent years when the group struggled to draw 500, Mr. Madonia estimated.  Big gatherings often feature highly polished rides vying for trophies, talent shows and cover bands, plus daytime games for the children. Adult beverages still flow freely, although the partying, which attendees said used to feature a fair share of nudity, has eased with age.
"You had to tone it down because people bring their families," said Rollie Eldred, a 62-year-old vanner in northern Ohio. The retired maintenance technician customized a burgundy 1969 Chevy with a gullwing side door and a strange brew of parts, including a Pontiac Bonneville grill; Cadillac headlights; the roof from an Oldsmobile station wagon; and the touring trunk from a 1929 Packard.
Mr. Eldred also hosts social gatherings at the "EconoBar," a bar in his garage that he fashioned from the front end of a 1961 Ford Econoline. The bar has a sound system and fog machine.  Decades on, vanners say their tight bonds, formed when CB radios counted as social networks, have kept them together.  "That's what I think it is—the love of vanning, the love of each other," said Pete Guthrie, while cruising around his hometown of Fall River, Mass., in his nautical-themed van.  The 52-year-old has been lovingly caring for "The Golden Voyager," a 1972 Ford, for more than three decades. The interior looks like a 19th-century ship, subdivided between a cabin with ornate woodwork and a tiny sleeping berth in the rear.  There are also memorials for vanners who have died, and buttons and stickers abound with classic '70s messages, including the familiar adage: "If this van's a-rockin,' don't bother knockin.' "  Mr. Guthrie—who wears an American flag bandanna, has an equipment-repair business and likes to wish people a "vantastic day"—honked to onlookers while gunning the van's growling V-8 engine and wrestling the wheel, which lacks power steering. The gold-painted exterior includes a clipper ship etched on a side window and the van's name emblazoned across the front.
His club, the New England Van Council, will gather in Rhode Island this weekend for its 30th anniversary "Blessing of the Vans," in which each vehicle is blessed for a smooth-running season, Mr. Guthrie said.  Some newcomers are trying to recapture the '70s magic. Jim Bacchi, a composer who lives near Los Angeles, launched the vanner group "California Street Vans" last year. His Dodge "Big Bamboo" hails from the Reagan era, but it is a '70s throwback, with an 8-track stereo, CB and a colorful wraparound tiki design against a light blue background.  The Mystery Machine-evoking color draws a lot of commentary.  "I almost got a sticker made to say 'Scooby-Doo isn't in here,' " said Mr. Bacchi, 51, who is a fan of popular midcentury tiki music. He is also working on a '70s Dodge.  To the north in San Francisco, Beth Allen, a 47-year-old graphic designer and musician, collaborates with friend Leon Chase on her website rockinvan.com, which celebrates vanning culture. She uses her '95 Chevy, swathed in a "cave of shag" in back, to transport everything from band equipment to dirt bikes and dogs. She also uses it for commuting and camping.  It is "a party on wheels," Ms. Allen said. "There's just something about a vehicle you can do so much in."

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V8 engines VANS

1/30/2014

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"Small Block: The smaller of a manufacturers two series of engines. In the case of Chevy, the small block includes the 262, 265, 267, 283, 302, 305, 307, 327, 350, and 400.Big Block: The larger of a manufacturers two series of engines. In the case of Chevy, the 366, 396, 402, 427, and 454.

Mopar, with: A and LA (small block) engines: 273, 318, 340, 360; B (big block) engines: 350, 383, 400; and RB (bigger block) engines: 413, 426, 440.

the 302, 351W, 351C, 351M, the always forgotten Ford 400 (the missing link).A 302 and 351W are small blocks. But also note that a 302 and a 351W are different blocks due to the 351W's taller deck height. Now the 351C,351M, and Ford 400 are all actually the same block except that the 351M/400 have larger crank journals, also they are all big blocks. The cleveland came first, then Ford wanted to use the block in trucks and passengers cars so the stroked it to 400 and changed the mains and ditched 4V heads. All this to make more torque at lower rpm's more suitable for a car/van/truck. Once the gas crunch hit they destroked the 400 back to 351. It was a modified 400 hence the name 351M."

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