Once upon a time, people didn’t just drive vans; they lived in them, loved in them, and occasionally lost their keys in the shag carpeting. The 1970s were peak van culture: chrome bumpers, airbrushed sunsets, and dreams of freedom that mostly ended at the next petrol station.

These rolling living rooms were part rebellion, part mobile motel. They burned fuel like it was infinite and handled corners like a waterbed, but no one seemed to mind. You could slap a wizard mural on the side and suddenly you weren’t just delivering furniture, you were chasing destiny.

Today, they’re nostalgia on wheels. Rusting gently in driveways, smelling faintly of sex and old Pepsi. Environmentally questionable? Sure. But they remind us of a time when freedom came with a V8 engine and an eight-track player that only played one song right.

Did you drive one of these bad boys? Use the comments section below and tell us all about it!