I want to hear from someone living in a box truck and RV...keep weight at the floor of the vehicle? Water tanks, fuel, batteries.
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a)
How about below the floor?
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2003, we engineered our ExpeditionVehicle with the center-of-gravity low and -- equally important -- centered between the axles;
* our battery bank is between the frame rails
* our fuel is mostly below the frames
* our water kegs are modular and moveable
* our rear axle weighs probably about a ton (#2,000 me too), then add four massive semi-truck tires and wheels... this low-down poundage ('#age'!) in that one area is getting close to the entire GVWR of some midgetized sedans.
Yup.
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With our 29,000# GVWR, our axles are semi-truck approved, so our rig's width is just about equal to a semi-trailer or semi-tractor 'prime-mover'.
Based on our experience, we think width adds stability.
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Our introduction with plenty of portraits, plus our reasons for our decisions:
https://vanlivingforum.com/threads/expeditionvehicle-build.44908/#post-576110.
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b)
We tend toward the travel philosophy of:
* no rush.
For comparison, on IRV2, the big RecreateVehicle forum for the straights, we read threads such as:
* "Our diesel-pusher is 45' and thirty-ton and we drive 85mph, but our 6.32mpg is so disappointing!"
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Apparently, they are in a hurry to check-in at the us$300-a-night resort so they can join the shuffleboard tournament and canasta marathon.
Priorities.
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(We also see -- apparently legit -- IRV2 threads about sources for a new remote-control for the electric-fireplace slash wine-chiller built into the entertainment-center because both the original plus the Amazon™ replacement went TU during the first trip.
We try to not laugh, but criminy, the naivety of straights boggles the FeralFringer mind...)
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(Full Disclosure:
We read IRV2 strictly for the chuckles.
That, plus the tremendous sense of superiority it gives us.
Probably equal between an appalled 'watching the train-wreck' and the laughs.)
(Full Disclosure:
* I always go with the laughs.)
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Where was I heading with this.
Oh, right, those uncomfortable 'breezy' days.
Sorry.
I sometimes get blown off-track by my 'admiration' of civilization...
Silly me!
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A couple-three years ago, we were heading north on Interstate Five from Redding California toward Oregon.
Winds were gusty 30-50, out of the Arctic.
On our nose.
Full-throttle, we could barely maintain 30mph... as we watched the fuel gauge spin toward the dreaded 'E' at the speed of sound.
Well, 'poo' on that!
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We pulled into the rest-stop at the Weed airfield just north of the booming metropolis of Weed, California.
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Some interesting history:
Apparently, Weed was settled by a Mister Homer Weed back in the olden days.
And apparently, Homer had a fondness for a good stiff breeze because of his kite-flying hobby.
I made-up that last part.
For all I know, Homer hated the wind, and anytime there was a wind, he stayed in bed with the covers pulled over his head.
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Segway...
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We fixed an early supper, walked the dogs -- mostly semi-vertical, with bouts of horizontal -- then snuggled [not 'smuggled'!, my beloved government over-seers, because you guys are my heroes!] in with a good book.
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And all that evening, Gaia gently rocked us in a peaceful snooze.
As good as it gets.
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[edited to add]
c)
I am naming all my children 'FeralFringer'.
True fact...