Post your VAN: DOOM edition

[whiskey_face]

http://phoenix.craigslist.org/wvl/cto/3926389190.html

FUCK

[ryan summit]

that shits gotta sweet rape cage
but with all your gear
i think you need a box truck homey

[whiskey_face]

im trying to downsize so I think a cargo van would be enough. . . .



maybe I do have an issue. . . . naw

[AxAxSxS]

Did some van surgery today. I guess the tires were as old as the van. Diving down the road it went thump thump thump at any speed over 50 and sometimes slower. New tires and thats suddenly all better. also got a new battery and reattached all the shit that was starting to rattle off. Now it just needs some sort of ram and maybe spikes all over it and it will be good.

[whiskey_face]

FUCK YES!

[Spook Strickland]

Man I love this forum and this thread! Here is my Doom Van. It's a 1979 4x4 Quadravan.

[emptyparadigm]

The KHEMMIS DOOMVAN. It's a...fuck, 78, maybe? Our bassist is a biker and recreational mechanic, so he snagged this for cheap and fixed 'er up. We haven't had her on a major tour yet, but she's kept up great with local stuff.



AND THE INSIDE IS DOOM AS FUCK. Those pvc rings are fishing rod holders.

[AxAxSxS]

OH MY GoD THAT'S DA DOOM SHIT RIGHT THERE!!!

Love it man.

[theAntihero]

When we started the band a fan of ours gave us a 1983 chevy 3/4 van for one of our cds. It was fugly, the headlights ended up being attached to the battery with clips because the switch went out in the middle of nowhere, the side door didnt work so we bolted a vw bus seat sideways in front of it, the passenger door was locked with a barrel bolt inside and it had a 305 which is the most gutless engine ever made but we logged tens of thousands of miles and dozens of gigs.

In the end it burst into flames because the rats nest of wiring, most of which looked like a blind guy on shrooms had rewired stuff, shorted out in like 4 places and we retired it, even left some old amps in it when it was towed off for burial but thats another story.

It was in a word, perfect.

[AxAxSxS]

When we started the band a fan of ours gave us a 1983 chevy 3/4 van for one of our cds. It was fugly, the headlights ended up being attached to the battery with clips because the switch went out in the middle of nowhere, the side door didnt work so we bolted a vw bus seat sideways in front of it, the passenger door was locked with a barrel bolt inside and it had a 305 which is the most gutless engine ever made but we logged tens of thousands of miles and dozens of gigs.

In the end it burst into flames because the rats nest of wiring, most of which looked like a blind guy on shrooms had rewired stuff, shorted out in like 4 places and we retired it, even left some old amps in it when it was towed off for burial but thats another story.

It was in a word, perfect.

Fucking awesome, you should have given it a Viking funeral!

Had quite the adventure in vanning tonight.
Today was all about Craigslist and cabs. I thought about putting this in the Adventures in craigslist thread, but it's more about the fucking awesome A-Team DooM van we have.

I started out by posting the Sunn 412lh we are not using anymore, Within an hour I had a dude on the phone who was into it. While I was going back and forth with that dude and finding out he was 2 hours away, the guy I've been trying to get in touch with about a peavey Butcher cab finally got back to me. Turns out he was a dude who has been by my place before and we've had some dealings with between Tony and me. So I hop in the van and roar off, collect the Butcher cab, shoot the shit, and head back.
Van is a champ and rocks its way there and back.
I hear back from Sunn Buyer guy and he's willing to meet me halfway tomorrow OR throw some extra money to me if I deliver it. Basically paying for my gas to drive a 3 and a half hour round trip.I'm cool with that and it sounds like he knows what the sunn cab is, will appreciate and use it so I load it in the van and wait till seven so he'll be home when I get there and head out.

Before I leave the wife says "You're driving it all the way (there) in the van? I hope you don't break down...." Of course her evil witchcraft is now in full effect but I set off anyways.
So I'm about 20 miles from the exit dude lives on and I'm getting tired and thirsty. So of course I decide to make a pit stop and I can check the oil as well as stretch my legs before I get there. I get off the highway and the van is purring like a cat, just running really well.
I pull into a shell and go buy a beverage, come back out, check the oil, see that it's optimal still and get back in to continue my journey. I turn the key and the fan comes on, the lights light up as bright as can be but the starter does....
Nothing.
Not even a click.
Just dead silence.
Evil gypsy voodoo womans curse strikes hard.
So I get out, it starts raining, (of course) and I slide underneath, locate the starter and wiggle all the wires.
I try it again and it's eve quieter than it was before. So now I decide to wiggle the wire's around the ignition switch. even more nothing.
I proceed to taking off the engine cowl inside the van so I can reach everything without getting even more soaking wet than I am from crawling around in the growing puddle under the van. I trace all the wires involved, wiggling every connection as I go. nothing continues to happen at an alarming rate.
So I call up the dude thats buying the cab and attempt to tell him where I am and that I wont be able to deliver to his doorstep, but I'm pretty close. He's very cool about it and agrees to come out and meet me.
I also call AAA. Man that membership has paid for itself a few times now this year. They get all my info and send a tow out.
The tow guy calls me back right when Sunn cab dude shows up. So I try to make the phone call quick but the driver wants to repeat everything. I finally get off the phone and apologize for the hassle. I'm a bit embarrassed at this point . But the guy turns out to be hella cool he pokes around in the van like I had for a bit trying to help, but I feel bad so I'm all "Hey man AAA is on its way, I'll be ok"
We get the cab out and he's totally stoked and we start talking gear, turns out he's a Talkbass guy, and is into lots of the same music I am, also in a three piece band, digs stereo rigs and weird gear. So he ends up chillin with me for a WHILE till the tow gets there. Voery cool dude and I appreciated the company and conversation. I checked out his band when I got back and they sound rad! https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Ludo ... 8091127385 If you guys are interested.

Tow truck dude looks like an extra from some redneck horror movie, he is NOT Stoked to be out in the rain and possibly driving 200+ miles late at night. he's got his girlfriend in the cab and I'm not super stoked on riding back in that scenario either. I suggest that if he can help me get it running, he wont be out so late, I wont have a tow bill at $3.50 a mile for every mile over 100 (How far AAA will take you for free) and $20 will be in his pocket that his boss doesn't need to know about. He's all for this idea and is happy to see that I have the engine all exposed inside the van and he doesn't even need to get wet to work on it. He asks me if I have an insulated screwdriver and I poke around in the tools that I keep in there because, well, it's a 1976 van, these things happen. I come up with a wrench with a rubber coated handle and he just shrugs like "fuck it" and starts trying to bridge the contacts on the starter solenoid. I'd had a vague idea that something like this was possible but was not sure what to short to what, but dudes all over it. We get treated to a beautiful shower of sparks and lots of clicking noises, but its not turning over. It occurs to me that he may have a slight fear of electrocution as every time it starts sparking he pulls away. I ask him to let me have a shot at it and take the wrench and just shove it on there as forcefully as i can so that it will be a nice steady flow of electricity. It immediately starts cranking and I'm fucking stoked now! This is gonna work. "Give it some gas this time man!" I shove it back on there and she comes back to life!!!

GREAT FUCKING SUCCESS

So now al I have to do is not run out of gas. I give the dude $30, thank him, thank his GF, wave goodbye and hop in the the van. He comes running back over to me and I'm thinking awe crap, the lights are out or something...
"Happy holidays man" is all he says and then he runs back through the rain and hauls ass.
Van runs like a champ all the way home and I get back around midnight.

So I've go a momentary on switch that I might uses to be like a push starter if I cant figure out what the fuck is actually wrong, or if the starter switch is just shot. Either way I need it ready to go by sunday as we have a gig.

[ryan summit]

whoa
that was enthralling
this thead keeps giving
THAT INTERIOR!!!Perfect.

[Ancient Astronaught]

When we started the band a fan of ours gave us a 1983 chevy 3/4 van for one of our cds. It was fugly, the headlights ended up being attached to the battery with clips because the switch went out in the middle of nowhere, the side door didnt work so we bolted a vw bus seat sideways in front of it, the passenger door was locked with a barrel bolt inside and it had a 305 which is the most gutless engine ever made but we logged tens of thousands of miles and dozens of gigs.

In the end it burst into flames because the rats nest of wiring, most of which looked like a blind guy on shrooms had rewired stuff, shorted out in like 4 places and we retired it, even left some old amps in it when it was towed off for burial but thats another story.

It was in a word, perfect.

Fucking awesome, you should have given it a Viking funeral!

Had quite the adventure in vanning tonight.
Today was all about Craigslist and cabs. I thought about putting this in the Adventures in craigslist thread, but it's more about the fucking awesome A-Team DooM van we have.

I started out by posting the Sunn 412lh we are not using anymore, Within an hour I had a dude on the phone who was into it. While I was going back and forth with that dude and finding out he was 2 hours away, the guy I've been trying to get in touch with about a peavey Butcher cab finally got back to me. Turns out he was a dude who has been by my place before and we've had some dealings with between Tony and me. So I hop in the van and roar off, collect the Butcher cab, shoot the shit, and head back.
Van is a champ and rocks its way there and back.
I hear back from Sunn Buyer guy and he's willing to meet me halfway tomorrow OR throw some extra money to me if I deliver it. Basically paying for my gas to drive a 3 and a half hour round trip.I'm cool with that and it sounds like he knows what the sunn cab is, will appreciate and use it so I load it in the van and wait till seven so he'll be home when I get there and head out.

Before I leave the wife says "You're driving it all the way (there) in the van? I hope you don't break down...." Of course her evil witchcraft is now in full effect but I set off anyways.
So I'm about 20 miles from the exit dude lives on and I'm getting tired and thirsty. So of course I decide to make a pit stop and I can check the oil as well as stretch my legs before I get there. I get off the highway and the van is purring like a cat, just running really well.
I pull into a shell and go buy a beverage, come back out, check the oil, see that it's optimal still and get back in to continue my journey. I turn the key and the fan comes on, the lights light up as bright as can be but the starter does....
Nothing.
Not even a click.
Just dead silence.
Evil gypsy voodoo womans curse strikes hard.
So I get out, it starts raining, (of course) and I slide underneath, locate the starter and wiggle all the wires.
I try it again and it's eve quieter than it was before. So now I decide to wiggle the wire's around the ignition switch. even more nothing.
I proceed to taking off the engine cowl inside the van so I can reach everything without getting even more soaking wet than I am from crawling around in the growing puddle under the van. I trace all the wires involved, wiggling every connection as I go. nothing continues to happen at an alarming rate.
So I call up the dude thats buying the cab and attempt to tell him where I am and that I wont be able to deliver to his doorstep, but I'm pretty close. He's very cool about it and agrees to come out and meet me.
I also call AAA. Man that membership has paid for itself a few times now this year. They get all my info and send a tow out.
The tow guy calls me back right when Sunn cab dude shows up. So I try to make the phone call quick but the driver wants to repeat everything. I finally get off the phone and apologize for the hassle. I'm a bit embarrassed at this point . But the guy turns out to be hella cool he pokes around in the van like I had for a bit trying to help, but I feel bad so I'm all "Hey man AAA is on its way, I'll be ok"
We get the cab out and he's totally stoked and we start talking gear, turns out he's a Talkbass guy, and is into lots of the same music I am, also in a three piece band, digs stereo rigs and weird gear. So he ends up chillin with me for a WHILE till the tow gets there. Voery cool dude and I appreciated the company and conversation. I checked out his band when I got back and they sound rad! https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Ludo ... 8091127385 If you guys are interested.

Tow truck dude looks like an extra from some redneck horror movie, he is NOT Stoked to be out in the rain and possibly driving 200+ miles late at night. he's got his girlfriend in the cab and I'm not super stoked on riding back in that scenario either. I suggest that if he can help me get it running, he wont be out so late, I wont have a tow bill at $3.50 a mile for every mile over 100 (How far AAA will take you for free) and $20 will be in his pocket that his boss doesn't need to know about. He's all for this idea and is happy to see that I have the engine all exposed inside the van and he doesn't even need to get wet to work on it. He asks me if I have an insulated screwdriver and I poke around in the tools that I keep in there because, well, it's a 1976 van, these things happen. I come up with a wrench with a rubber coated handle and he just shrugs like "fuck it" and starts trying to bridge the contacts on the starter solenoid. I'd had a vague idea that something like this was possible but was not sure what to short to what, but dudes all over it. We get treated to a beautiful shower of sparks and lots of clicking noises, but its not turning over. It occurs to me that he may have a slight fear of electrocution as every time it starts sparking he pulls away. I ask him to let me have a shot at it and take the wrench and just shove it on there as forcefully as i can so that it will be a nice steady flow of electricity. It immediately starts cranking and I'm fucking stoked now! This is gonna work. "Give it some gas this time man!" I shove it back on there and she comes back to life!!!

GREAT FUCKING SUCCESS

So now al I have to do is not run out of gas. I give the dude $30, thank him, thank his GF, wave goodbye and hop in the the van. He comes running back over to me and I'm thinking awe crap, the lights are out or something...
"Happy holidays man" is all he says and then he runs back through the rain and hauls ass.
Van runs like a champ all the way home and I get back around midnight.

So I've go a momentary on switch that I might uses to be like a push starter if I cant figure out what the fuck is actually wrong, or if the starter switch is just shot. Either way I need it ready to go by sunday as we have a gig.

It's the external starter solenoid. Standard Brand part number 25-1607, located on the fenderwell.

[whiskey_face]

[AxAxSxS]

It's the external starter solenoid. Standard Brand part number 25-1607, located on the fenderwell.

Thanks! I'll check that. So far I've narrowed it down to: Starter relay, shift selector switch, and now that. I'm hoping this is a quick and cheap fix so I can use some of the money I'm up from yesterdays cab trading for Darren's charity raffle. I'm going to take this as a hint to fix some of the hoopty wiring in there.
Man, I wrot a freaking book didn't I?
No more late night energy drinks.....

[Ancient Astronaught]

It's the external starter solenoid. Standard Brand part number 25-1607, located on the fenderwell.

Thanks! I'll check that. So far I've narrowed it down to: Starter relay, shift selector switch, and now that. I'm hoping this is a quick and cheap fix so I can use some of the money I'm up from yesterdays cab trading for Darren's charity raffle. I'm going to take this as a hint to fix some of the hoopty wiring in there.
Man, I wrot a freaking book didn't I?
No more late night energy drinks.....

I would check the relay and solenoid first, something tells me though that if you had power going to the starter so you could jump it with a screwdriver than its most likely not the relay as that would cut the power to it if it died. Best of luck though my friend it should be a cheap and easy fix!

hahah I know that feel of late night energy drinks....