So there it is.
Reckon it’s human nature for Folks to try to label thangs. So gonna be interestin’ to see what they come up with for this rig.
“Expedition Rig” … She ain’t never gonna be bustin’ thru some jungle in Central America or crossin’ the plains of Africa. So not an accurate choice.
“Overlanding Rig” … Well she certainly ain’t goin’ over water. But just sounds silly.
“Adventure Rig” … They say that ev’ry day’s an adventure. But the term ‘adventure’has very dif’rent meanin’s to dif’rent folks. Also sounds silly.
“RV” … The ol’ standby. Certainly was built with recreation in mind. Yet I hate for her to get confused with the land yachts that the blue-hairs use to commute from The Great White North to Florida ev’ry winter. Don’t seem right.
“Camper” … Maybe so. In essence I’ll be campin’ wherever she’s parked.
How ‘ bout my “Basket” … as in ‘all my eggs are in it’. Other than a small bag of work clothes in my comp’ny truck, this rig and the gear in ‘er is liter’ly ev’ry damned thang I own in the world.
Then you got them nuts on the tee-vee that may wanna call ‘er a “bug-out vehicle” … a “doomsday prepper machine” … an “Armageddon vehicle” … or even a “zombie killer”. I ain’t got much use for all that.
Or maybe she just needs a catchy name rather than a label. Somethin’ like “Lil Pete” … or “Brutus” … or “Rubi” …
Bottom line … obviously … folks are free to call ‘er whatever the hell they please.
As for me … I think I’ll give ‘er both a label AND a name. All in one. Real simple.
I’m gonna call ‘er “home”.
My “Mobile Home”.
Seems fittin’ that The President of The White Trash should live in a Mobile Home.
… and here’s some directions to where I’m gonna be livin’... Livin’ the Dream.
