When I was a kid, my parents had a white, heavily rusted Volkswagen camper affectionately called the Cosmic Clunker. In the summer of 1983, we drove it from our home in Western New York to Victoria, British Colombia, so my parents could pursue a lifestyle of seasonal work, smoking pot and sleeping next to the Pacific Ocean.
My dreams are different, and so is my dream van. Toyota vans, sold in the U.S. between 1984 and 1989, are boxy space age vehicles, known commonly by the nickname “space van.” The most striking of these vehicles has a face that juts out with the aerodynamic tenure of a rocket, and headlights that wrap around the cockpit, appearing angular like the eyes of a benevolent gray alien. Plush backseat captain’s chairs swivel rearward, creating a luxe observation lounge. Japanese innovation introduced the superb moonroof: a glass-paneled ceiling that allows for a full panoramic view. The fact that Toyota called them moonroofs rather than sunroofs is significant. These vans are capable of cruising along the Pacific Coast Highway—sun flare through windshield, wind in hair, pop tunes on blast—but they’re meant for more profound exploration.
The Toyota van is an Earthbound spaceship. It’s a reminder of futures past and the far edges of human potential. It’s a minivan that personifies humanity’s pursuit of new worlds, not just the necessity of hauling groceries. Peter Kleeman, Founder of the Space Age Museum, which preserves and celebrates space age design, has owned three space vans. His current daily driver is a custom camper conversion named Blue Moon Buggy. “It’s important to cultivate multigenerational long-view thinking in society,” he says. “We all need to carry the torch of vision and hope, so that we can survive long enough as a species to actualize the progress we dream of.”
I did get my dream craft. After years of drooling over the @toyotavans Instagram feed, I finally bought a Toyota MasterAce import from Japan. Less than six months later, I folded up the backseats, filled it with all of my possessions, and decamped from Brooklyn to rural West Texas, where the night skies are some of the darkest in the country. After all, there are few things that clarify your place in the universe like viewing the brilliant cosmos through a moonroof while parked on the outer edge of civilization on our magnificent home planet, Earth.
This article was originally published in RANGE Zine Issue Six.
Bayla Metzger is a freelance writer focused on social shifts and cultural movements. She recently moved from Brooklyn, NY to Marfa, TX, where desert sunsets and Stripes big gulps are her biggest inspiration.