The Mystery of the White Van

There I was... riding down Homestead Avenue in Santa Clara, with Max in the back seat. As I drove, and chatted with Max about dinosaurs and ducks and stuff, I suddenly realized that there was something very strange about the white van riding in front of us. Luckily, my camera was available.

As we continued down Homestead into Cupertino, the feeling that there was something very odd about that white van became stronger. At times, I found myself drifting into other lanes as it became more difficult to drive with a camera in my face.

By now, Max, too, knew there was something wrong. He stopped talking about dinosaurs and began asking me (as he does all the time now) "What U doin' dayee?".

What was it? Why was that stupid white van so intriguing?

FINALLY, we got close enough, and the mystery was solved. What was so strange about that white van?

to find out.