“You all don’t look like vanners,” oozed the man wearing the patch-covered white lab coat and long gray beard, “you look more like . . . golfers.” This would prove to be the most succinct and truthful thing we would hear in two days of communing with the custom-van aficionados at the 43rd annual Van Nationals in a deeply muddy field, just outside of Altamont, Illinois. And it was uttered less than an hour after our arrival. We were not fooling anyone. READ MORE ››
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