I won't ride in vanagons any more after my friend's caught fire and EXPLODED.
Two years ago we were moving some furniture to my friend's new place. After the first leg of the trip I told him "Drop me off at my car and I'll drive along with you, I don't trust this POS."
Well, as we're driving to his new house, he falls back on the freeway and we get separated. I get to the house, and end up waiting an hour and a half before he calls, with the news that the van had caught fire in the middle of the I-90 tunnel, and blown up.
It blew the tiles off the inside of the tunnel, and as far as I know they still haven't replaced them.
Edit: My friend was ok. Luckily someone pulled up next to him, waving frantically, and shouted "Your car is on fire!" He hadn't noticed until then.
