05-16-2021, 07:28 AM
Just joined this forum the other day. 
You could say I'm on hiatus from vehicular living - I've been living in (more or less
)"normal" housing for the past 6 or so years.
My entry into the wild world of vehicle dwelling actually began about 20 years ago, and was more an act of desperation than anything else.
Let's put it this way: "Ya had to be there". It's actually a pretty harrowing tale, involving ebay, credit cards, ebay again, more credit cards,
Amtrak, (passing out from exhaustion and almost accidentally winding up at the Canadian border without a passport), a return trip via a
`73 Dodge, 19' class C RV in unknown/questionable condition, a stop 60 miles east to pick up the *required*(by my insurance company) 2nd
"vehicle", an `83 Suzuki class B moped, and finally, the long, nail-biting, woozy-from-lack-of-sleep trip "home", back to Long Island, stopping WAY too many times for gas(turns out this little piggie got only 4mpg!), praying my credit cards kept working(they did), praying the RV didn't break down(it sorta did, but it was super-minor and by that time I had made it to Nassau County, LI), and in general, praying the trip would be uneventful(uhm, not quite - a gentle encounter between the right side of my RV - where the humongous, built-in propane tank valve was located, and a guard rail at about 50mph caused a stream of sparks, which I could see in my right-side mirror in the night). Fortunately, nothing Bad happened. I was woozy from being up for 36 hours and counting, and would've stopped in one of the many rest areas I passed on the way down, but it was quite cold, I only had the coat that I was wearing, no blankets, and couldn't grep getting the heat going in the RV, so just chose to keep going. Turns out, the propane heater didn't work(same with the fridge), but the propane tank was full, and if I had the presence of mind at the time, I could have simply fired up 1 or 2 of the burners on the stove, and caught some ZZzzzz at a rest area. Live and learn I guess.
Anyways, I made it back to Suffolk County, relieved to be back in home territory, tempered by the realization that I was now, Officially homeless for the first time in my 40-something years.
The "adventure" didn't end there, though. "Part Deaux" was just beginning.
Anyways, I'm rambling and will stop now. My name is Paul and I'm currently on eastern Long Island.
You could say I'm on hiatus from vehicular living - I've been living in (more or less
)"normal" housing for the past 6 or so years.My entry into the wild world of vehicle dwelling actually began about 20 years ago, and was more an act of desperation than anything else.
Let's put it this way: "Ya had to be there". It's actually a pretty harrowing tale, involving ebay, credit cards, ebay again, more credit cards,
Amtrak, (passing out from exhaustion and almost accidentally winding up at the Canadian border without a passport), a return trip via a
`73 Dodge, 19' class C RV in unknown/questionable condition, a stop 60 miles east to pick up the *required*(by my insurance company) 2nd
"vehicle", an `83 Suzuki class B moped, and finally, the long, nail-biting, woozy-from-lack-of-sleep trip "home", back to Long Island, stopping WAY too many times for gas(turns out this little piggie got only 4mpg!), praying my credit cards kept working(they did), praying the RV didn't break down(it sorta did, but it was super-minor and by that time I had made it to Nassau County, LI), and in general, praying the trip would be uneventful(uhm, not quite - a gentle encounter between the right side of my RV - where the humongous, built-in propane tank valve was located, and a guard rail at about 50mph caused a stream of sparks, which I could see in my right-side mirror in the night). Fortunately, nothing Bad happened. I was woozy from being up for 36 hours and counting, and would've stopped in one of the many rest areas I passed on the way down, but it was quite cold, I only had the coat that I was wearing, no blankets, and couldn't grep getting the heat going in the RV, so just chose to keep going. Turns out, the propane heater didn't work(same with the fridge), but the propane tank was full, and if I had the presence of mind at the time, I could have simply fired up 1 or 2 of the burners on the stove, and caught some ZZzzzz at a rest area. Live and learn I guess.
Anyways, I made it back to Suffolk County, relieved to be back in home territory, tempered by the realization that I was now, Officially homeless for the first time in my 40-something years.
The "adventure" didn't end there, though. "Part Deaux" was just beginning.
Anyways, I'm rambling and will stop now. My name is Paul and I'm currently on eastern Long Island.
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