Today I did the unthinkable.  I betrayed an old friend.  A friend who has, almost never, let me down.  Of course maintaining a friendship with Boris didn't come without great cost.  1979 full sized vans require a tremendous amount of gas and then there is insurance and repairs.  But all in all, my van, my first vehicle didn't deserve to be tossed aside like yesterday's garbage.   A van with that much character deserves better.  Of course maybe his new life will suit him better.  No longer will he be driven every day.  Now he is going off to live the glamorous life of a rock star.  My friend bought him and is going to use him whenever his band has gigs.  Once again Boris' huge interior will be put to good use hauling musical gear from place to place.  And in a curious turn of events, the new owner is the cousin of the guy who I bought the van from.

  I used the turn bought lightly.  Actually I gave the van to my friend.  Then he gave me $500.  We are generous people.  Plus my friend didn't have to pay tax on the van.  Yeah, this weighs a little heavy on my conscience.  Especially since I signed papers that said I was giving him the van without payment.  I did the same thing when I bought the van saving myself $70.  Who would have thought that a '79 van, with rust and dents, a 350 engine and a gas tank that must have had a hole in it, could have carried me so quickly and smoothly down the road to hell?