I bought it for one trip — Los Angeles, up the coast to Washington, across to Idaho, back to Burning Man, back home — and then figured I’d decide whether I loved it or not. I liked it. Kept it for a while. Ended up letting it go.
If the Vanagon had had working air conditioning, I might have happily kept it. They don’t. If you’re lucky some breeze makes its way all the way from the back and cools the back of your neck just a little.