Now, as everyone knows, the â€œtimeshareâ€ concept is a winner. Tons of pros mixed with few cons. You get to vacation in a sweet private home/condo in a sweet location every year, with no worries about availability, for not too spendy, plus I imagine you could have a fun â€œdraft partyâ€ every year to decide who gets the place and when. Love the timeshare idea. Want a timeshare someday.
This infatuation, combined with my lack of funds to actually participate in the sharing of time with others, led me to a new idea: the timeshare RV. Now that is one solid gold concept. Everyone could use a little more RV in their lives, yet no one needs it every weekend, and no one likes paying the rental expenses. Solution: you get a few friends together to split the cost, pick out your new ride, and decide what weeks per year youâ€™ll have access to the sweet motorhome. Not to mention the opportunity to use the RV for group activities. You could, and would, plan much of your annual vacation and weekend plans around this beast of a vehicle.
I pitched the idea to my group of friends a while back, and while the women politely rolled their eyes and muttered something about â€œyeah, maybe somedayâ€ before turning back to their Sea Breezes and Virginia Slims, a few of us fellas refused to let the dream die. We spoke with eyes aglaze and hearts aflutter about all the good times we would have with our RV. Tailgating for Gopher games. Trips to family cabins. All-night excursions to townie bars, where weâ€™d end the night by sleeping in the parking lot. Road trips to baseball games. Murph was downright giddy at the possibility, Norm was seen trying to conceal a chubby, and Spoon merely grinned like an ecstatic toddler. Though we were strapped with some severe money-related limitations, we forged ahead with our vision.
Cut to: earlier this week, when the Murph wrote me to mention a 1973 RV he noticed for sale in the classifieds. Was said to run well (though the interior needed work), and best of all, we could have it for about $200 per person.
As in, own it forever. For the same price of a relatively expensive night on the town.
I typed out an enthusiastic response to Mike with my rock-hard wang, imploring him to find out more. He nabbed some photos, and sent them along, which I am now presenting here.
Why am I showing you these photos? Because Iâ€™d like to ask for your help. Specifically: what do you think we should do? Buy the RV, for the reasons that itâ€™s cheap, it could result in a helluva lot of good times and more than anything for the experience of it all? Or say no, considering the gas prices would be astronomical, itâ€™s hideously (or hysterically, depending on your affection for kitsch) ugly and could break down at any moment? Iâ€™m asking, nay, pleading with you readers to help us with our decision. The comments section is open for business. With bated breath, we await your feedback.