JD GUMBEE
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When all of us leave whatever place used to tether you...there is a transformation that happens in that first few months.
You either like it...or you do not.
We all learn new things, however.
Can you remember the most shocking "Holy Shkrite, Batman! I was wrong about that" moment(s)??
I thought Mrs G and I would get inspected and searched every 150 miles...but not much LEO hassles at all.
In fact, what is considered and old Santa-looking hipster-freak in Bible Belt VA, fits in as one of the more "normal" people in Cali...even while toking a doobie on Venture Beach in a tie dye surrounded by a dog pack. (This would be front page-news in our docking station. Those DIRTY hippies. Laws, beatings, pepper spray...and STILL they keep coming back! How long has Garcia been dead dammit??)
Mrs G thought most out West would have million dollar rigs and the ignoramus attitude that goes with it...but we found nearly all of those mid-life crisis "I-have-a-small-penis" machines were stuffed like anchovies into pricey "exclusive" RV parks. Turned out...we saw very few of them.
The ones that did venture into "boondocking land" did not let the pricey pusher add 'snob' to their personality profile. It was refreshing. Even in a Prevost, they were just old hipster freaks like us. (It thawed my frozen heart.)
The strangest thing of all, was trying to figure out how we could have burned through all that time.
Days turn into months too damned quickly.
...and sitting here, ready to hit enter...this old freak would very much like another serving of RV life before "dessert," thank you very much.
You either like it...or you do not.
We all learn new things, however.
Can you remember the most shocking "Holy Shkrite, Batman! I was wrong about that" moment(s)??
I thought Mrs G and I would get inspected and searched every 150 miles...but not much LEO hassles at all.
In fact, what is considered and old Santa-looking hipster-freak in Bible Belt VA, fits in as one of the more "normal" people in Cali...even while toking a doobie on Venture Beach in a tie dye surrounded by a dog pack. (This would be front page-news in our docking station. Those DIRTY hippies. Laws, beatings, pepper spray...and STILL they keep coming back! How long has Garcia been dead dammit??)
Mrs G thought most out West would have million dollar rigs and the ignoramus attitude that goes with it...but we found nearly all of those mid-life crisis "I-have-a-small-penis" machines were stuffed like anchovies into pricey "exclusive" RV parks. Turned out...we saw very few of them.
The ones that did venture into "boondocking land" did not let the pricey pusher add 'snob' to their personality profile. It was refreshing. Even in a Prevost, they were just old hipster freaks like us. (It thawed my frozen heart.)
The strangest thing of all, was trying to figure out how we could have burned through all that time.
Days turn into months too damned quickly.
...and sitting here, ready to hit enter...this old freak would very much like another serving of RV life before "dessert," thank you very much.