Introduction Number Two: I'm a thinker of stuff

Travel on roads in America is easy and I imagine elsewhere as well. The hard part is the where to sleep and what to sleep in.

I have a Nissan Armada, which is big, and a Jeep Wrangler which is not. I could sleep in the Armada, but I’m afraid if I do that too much, people will think I live in my car. As it is, my children think I live like I’m homeless when I’m away from New Hampshire by myself. That is probably because at the house I own in Florida, I sleep on an inflatable mattress and have no electricity, water and stuff. But the roof doesn't leak.

I figure I can do the Armada thing with the Jeep towed behind it on the way down to Florida, but after that, I’ll need a less homeless appearing solution.

I’ve got an infinite number of possibilities, and I keep adding new ones. What is infinity plus one?

I’m a dreamer, a daydreamer, a planner, an idea man, a thinker of stuffer.

Some of my ideas are crazy, and after a few weeks of letting them simmer, I discard them. Some are reoccurring and get more detailed as time goes by.

One idea that I have discarded (or maybe just stored away for a while) is converting my Japanese Domestic Market Toyota Blizzard 4x4 Diesel to a camping vehicle. The problem, and the reason I finally discarded the idea, is that there is only about 44 inches behind the front seats. So, I would have to build some sort of extension to be able to lie (or is it lay) hmm, recline in the back to sleep.

That idea put aside, I relocated the idea with the Armada which has plenty of room for reclining and sleeping, even with two dogs.

Another idea, which is about 20 minutes old as I write this, is to buy a cheap step van that has no title and put it on my equipment trailer and convert it to an RV and then tow it up to New Hampshire where you don’t need a title to get an old car/truck/vehicle/step van registered.

Excluding the snow and the minus 19-degree Fahrenheit winters, New Hampshire is an okay state.

Among my crazier ideas, is that if I choose to live a nomadic life, I keep a number of vehicles spread out in storage units across the country. Currently, I’m paying about $200 a month for a unit in Mount Dora, Florida. I keep my tools there, so they won’t get stolen from my house by another dead burglar. The unit is about a half hour away. That’s $2,400 a year, which for my addled mind isn’t that much.

So, Let’s say we have three or four more storage places. Let’s say three more. So, four total, that’s around $10,000 a year. I’m not discouraged, since most of my cars, (Okay, let’s face it) none of my cars cost that much each. So, keeping less than $40,000 in value of cars for $10,000 a year is still less than the cost of my wife’s car. Sure, she’ll tell you it’s OUR car, but we all know it’s hers.

How do we know it’s hers? Because it’s new, and in the 30+ years that we have been married, she has had five new “OUR” cars, and I have had no car newer that 10-years-old. As of this writing, my cars are 12, 22, 36, 37, 49 and 58 years old.

So, what would I put where? My Morris Minor in Kentucky. My Toyota Blizzard – I think I’d leave it with my son in Florida at no cost to me other than insurance and annual registration. So, I have room for two more. [I hope he doesn’t read this, as I haven’t discussed it with him yet.]

The nostalgic side of me wants a dune buggy like I had when I was 19. So that would go in Southern California. Maybe, Pismo Beach.

And the last car? Hmmm. Not sure. Let me dream, daydream, stuff thinker on that.