The sun was setting over a gravel lot in suburban Ohio when Elias first saw it: a 1998 Chevy Astro Van, finished in a faded "Light Stellar Blue" that looked more like the color of a bruised plum.

Elias knew it was a gamble. The fuel economy was legendary for being terrible, and the sliding door handle felt like it might snap off if he pulled too hard. But the Astro had something the sleek, modern Sprinters didn't: soul. It was rugged, all-wheel drive, and small enough to park in a standard spot but big enough to call home.

"AC works?" Elias asked, trying to sound like a savvy negotiator while his heart hammered against his ribs. "Blows cold as a Duluth winter," the seller lied.