REMEMBER WHEN… THE SANDMAN WAS A PASSION PIT?
Ooo, er, the Sandman panel van… status symbol for every real and wannabe seaweed head.
Preferably with a mattress in the back and a stereo pumping out Morning of the Earth. A lurv nest if ever there was one.
“Don’t laugh your daughter may be inside!” read the sticker. One thing was for sure… she wouldn’t be behind the wheel. “You’re not drivin’ the Kingswood,” said your Dad. “You’re not drivin’ the Sandman,” said your boyfriend.