I have always, always wanted a camper like this one. I’ve been hooked on the idea of living in a camper ever since I first saw Dr. Gonzo step out of his own camper and walk across the parking lot to the San Francisco hospital where he worked as a surgeon while overcoming the demons from his time working in a MASH unit in Vietnam using nothing but his sure hands and dark sense of humour… and totally nailing every nurse in the joint.
Technical Stuff: If it wasn’t for the blood work to monitor my medications I wouldn’t be walking through this parking lot to get to the clinic every other week… so to get a shot like this it’s probably important to have a disease that requires medications which need to be monitored. Actually, I guess pretty much any reason for regular blood testing would work. I woke up that morning and totally planned on having the clouds hang there like that.
Ah, the life of a camper driver… travelling from city to city stopping only to break hearts and fight crime, stealing gas from the rich with a hose and a bucket and leaving behind notes scrawled on their cars with a sharp piece of metal warning them of some vague “consequences” if they approach the authorities. I think I’d sign them “Trapper John” just to complete the circle. Man… I can almost smell the fresh air from my open window.
We just got back from a week long trip in our rv. it’s a small one but has everything. Problem is the damn thing is a lemon and something breaks on it every time we take it out. I still love that thing though.
When I was in high school there was a gas station across the street that sold a few used cars. Once there was an old school camper, like an late-70’s Winnebago, so I convinced my friends we should buy it. So we went over and the gas guy humoured us and let us take a look inside. After about ten minutes we decided we wanted to buy it… so we asked the price. And gas guy said “thirty-five”. And I said, “hundred?”, I was shocked it would be so high. And he said “no, thousand. Thirty-five thousand.”
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