I’ve contemplated the R.V. Lifestyle and I’d basically L. Ron Hubbard it and drive north and south on U.S. 101 on the Oregon/Washington coast in a rig called “Mystic 7” with an ostentatious air brushed Boris Vallejo painting on BOTH sides of the R.V. and I’d grow my hair long and utter things like “groovy” and “I’m okay with that” and spend my dayz writing the novel of novels after spending the sunrise on the meditation roof and complain about the sand.