Riding Out The Storm

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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.

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About Gabriel

I’ve lived in fifty-two places. I've been paid to pick stones out of fields, take backstage photos of Britney Spears, and report on Internet privacy issues. My photos have been published in several newspapers, and a couple of magazines.
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3 Responses to Riding Out The Storm

  1. Kitty says:

    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.

  2. Gabriel. says:

    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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