One evening, in the middle 70’s, Dominic, Kevin O’Connor and I were hanging out at Pizza a Go-Go at its original location on
Dominic and I handed Kevin tools while he built a mini-van from scratch in his basement.
Dominic and I had already hitch hiked to the east coast a few times and we were still teenagers.
Somehow we got the thing built and it actually passed inspection. (It shouldn’t have).
The van had a collapsible bed made from 2x4s and it was very comfortable. We had no cash and I’m not sure how we kept gas in it. Kevin had a Gulf credit card but we couldn’t find a single station.
We camped outside of a friend’s house in
We traveled down the cape and ferried across to
They had just wrapped up filming Jaws and there were still signs all around the island.
We went up to
I’m not sure how long we’d been on the road but Dominic was beginning to smell bad. We threw him in the ocean at
As I was saying earlier the van shouldn’t have passed inspection. On our way home we got on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. At the entrance stall our brakes stopped working. I wrestled the hand brake and got the van to stop just before the alarm went off. We threw the money in the basket and pulled over to the side. We had lost our brake fluid. We were able to refill the reservoir and went on our way. Somewhere in here we picked up 3 or 4 hitch hikers on the turnpike.
The next morning Kevin went into insulin shock. (I forgot to mention he was diabetic). He instructed us to find a candy bar quick. Panicked and speeding I pulled off the highway somewhere in