So, I got my wife a Vanagon. A 1990 Westy, specifically. I told her once we got it that the first things we'd do would be to name it, and to get a blog for it, since that's what all Westy owners do, apparently.
So, the name. My buddy Josh suggested it. Naming the van after Jack Kerouac wouldn't have been appropriate, I suppose, because it hasn't been on the road that much since we got it.
Condition to start: fair. Amateur paint job, geegaws glued all over the dash, power mirrors don't work, dash lights don't work, auxiliary battery drains, suspension does the wave.