My New Car, part 4

Not a really huge van

So we've established that what I want in my next car is a living room on wheels, but that isn't really accurate. Any van with either comfy Captain chairs or back bench seat could be a living room on wheels. I wanted more.

Galley has sink, stove, microwave and fridge!

I wanted the capability to pull off the crowded highway, make a cup of tea or brew a pot of coffee and relax with a book, or watch some tv until the traffic had calmed down, or until we were ready to roll again.

Then I realized, I didn't want a livingroom on wheels; I wanted a cottage on wheels!


Onboard lavatory!


And after all that coffee drinking and snacking during a long drive, I want a lavatory!! I want a nice lavatory, a separate room would be nice.

Would any of this be possible?


So I began my search by typing "RV Van" into the search bar. (Typing Van RV bought me to the site of, well, Vann RV." ) All kinds of information popped up. The type of van that I am looking for is considered a "Class B," so no special license is required to drive it. The vans come in all sorts of lengths, including one that is almost the same length of the mini-van I drive now.

One site even guaranteed me that certain sizes of their vans don't use more gasoline than the SUV that I drive now. Well, if I drove a SUV. And because of the size, many of them could be registered as a normal van, instead of as a RV. Likewise, parking that was denied to RV's would be open to these vans.

All compelling information.

My husband was watching my computer search from the couch. He'd comment on the niceness of some of the layouts and his dislike for others. Additionally, he was still unrepentant for bringing up the subject of my new car in the first place. Even after seeing the price of these gorgeous little cottages on wheels.

Of course, if you read my blog you know that my little mini-van still runs just fine, thanks to my husbands dogged determination and skill. It will be a little while before I have to make my decision, but anytime the interstate looks even mildly congested, I have to admit that I wish we already had "my new car."

Below are some links you might like to explore.


http://leestrailerranch.rvusa.com/2005-chinook-glacier-2500-CT-i178775
http://leestrailerranch.rvusa.com/2004-miscellaneous-four-winds-i-citation-23ba-CT-i118329
http://www.roadtrek.com/

Pictures in this blog were not taken by, or copyrighted to Mary Bennett

My new car

"So," my husband asked conversationally, "what kind of car do you want next?"

Not a good question to ask me. His question would probably send most women into daydreaming, but not me. Why? Because I hate cars.

I hate the car payment that comes with them. I hate the increase in insurance that comes with them. I hate the feeling of every mile that goes on the odometer taking away the dollar value of the car. I hate the feeling of doom with a tight corner, a scratch or any new sound the car makes. I just genuinely hate cars.

"You have to have a car." my husband says in a voice that smacks of the knowledge that I can't possibly have an argument for something so obvious.

Ha! You'd think that being married thirty something years, he'd know better. Apparently not.

"No I don't." Well that answer was a bit far from brilliant.

"How are you going to get around then?" he asks, still knowing that he has me in a corner.

"I'll get a horse!"

"A horse!" Yep, he never expected that answer. Score one for Mary.

"Yes a horse! Think about it, no carbon emissions," here my son rudely laughs, he knows he has me, "no having to buy it gas, or oil." More rude laughter from the testosterone crowd. "Fine, but it's 'exhaust' is good for the garden." I counter hotly.

"What happens when it gets sick?"

"The same as a car, but instead of bringing it to the mechanic, we bring it to the vet."

"I wonder which one is cheaper," my husband muses. "The vet or the mechanic."

"And instead of having to pay someone to tow away a dead car, we can sell the horse to the glue factory." I finish, warming up to my rant.

"Mom!" protests one of the estrogen set.

"Which reminds me," says a member of the testosterone set, "Roses are red, violets are blue, horses that lose, soon become glue!" He breaks into laughter.

To be continued