Sunday, February 4, 2018

dual purpose cars, or not

I have never had a thing for cars, except for toy cars, which I can not resist it seems, I have quite too many! 
The only cars I have liked in real life have been the camping sort, and pick up trucks.  

The vehicles that get you to where you are going and also become your resting spot, kitchen, abode, sanctuary...

I lived in a VW camper van for a summer in an orchard. It was perfect! It moved at snails pace, which was also perfect. 
Very comfortable, everything I owned was right there, in the map pocket!
Then I went back to Wyoming for another summer. My friend lived in this sheep wagon. 
IT was bliss! 
Compact, everything needed within arms reach, including a rifle and a hatchet.

It seemed that every summer , a good part of it anyway, was spent in  a travel trailer, or a car, My folks loved to drive-  covered many states and Canada-me- enduring the back seat with my brother spitting on me and punching me, and making fun of my stuffed monkey, as brothers do. My Dad, smoking Lucky Strikes in the drivers seat, made sure to keep windows rolled up for maximum toxicity.  How are we still alive, we, who grew up in the fifties? It was fun when we hauled the travel trailer with us instead of staying in motels, , always an adventure, as the hitch could come loose , usually going up a mountain side. 

I think I may have burned out on car travel. Living in the middle of nowhere in the vast USA, cars are just part of the deal. I prefer countries where walking and bus riding are more common. I do not like to drive, at all!

My folk's generation truly had a love affair with cars, Dad traded for a new one every year!
He bought seven cars for me.
Some of them worked.

I will say, however, in spite of my dislike for car travel, going with Sarah in her car through Northumberland and around London was the most superb adventure, Sarah is a magnificent driver!!! 
She astonished me with her driving skills!

She is not Chinese, so that is a plus.
And so, here I am , back in the land of cars and gas guzzlers and horn honking . My car rattles , the wind could take it off of a bridge with a whisper! I try to not drive...but you know, umurka.


  1. my parents didn't do family vacations. they sent us off to summer camp and then they went on vacation. and even if they had, camping, trailer or not, would not even have been considered. I don't think I ever went camping until my early 20s. made up for it though during my river guide years.

    1. I think that luck was in my favor, as camping and living out in the wild goes- wild child! At least you made up for it in a BIG way, your river years were astonishing!

  2. We, my family, too, had trailer hitch stories. Maybe everyone who ever hitched up a trailer did? The days prior to that, though, were road trips from Phoenix to Sacramento every summer with four kids and our boxer dog in the back seat made into a bed by suitcases on the floor and blankets and pillows spread out. No need for seatbelts in those days. Windows were open though. My parents smoked, too. We always left Phoenix in the middle of the night to hit the hottest most desert parts of the trip when it was night and theoretically cooler. Oh the fights and dog slobber and coloring books and crayons and the repetitive "are we almost there."

    1. Oh Karen, I empathize! Car trips were not great. We did get to see loads of other places which was the good part, gave me wanderlust for ever more.


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