The ultimate conversion van lets us take Home with us. Image may be NSFW.
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Today, such home conveniences are often multi-purpose. Refrigerators chill and freeze, protect the oversized and the delicate, and dispense and alert. Mattresses retain our handprints, but won't touch a drop of our wine. Our bathroom taps cough up hot water from the get-go (if that's what we choose) and our televisions bring us the local news, play or record a DVD, let us surf the internet, and shut themselves off after we've fallen asleep.
With all of that in mind, our imaginations can wander endlessly into vehicle territory and even more, what the ultimate conversion van would entail. Back in the day, a conversion van had reclining seats and a place for your port-o-let pot...thing...ew.
There was enough open space in the back to cram in your tent, Coleman stove, ice chest, fishing gear, and a change of clothes. If Mama didn't like the setup, she could stay home. If Mama wanted to ride along, she was in charge of the Coleman, the dirty underwear, the potty thing, and any fish that were left in the ice chest.
Today, Mama can drive in comfort, sleep under a fold-out canopy, and hope for a campground shower. She has a little refrigerator in the conversion van of her dreams. For her cosmetics, she has special containers that won't fall over when making sharp turns or driving over speed bumps. There is even enough ceiling for a few light aerobics.
The ultimate conversion van has surround sound, picture windows with designer blinds, central air, pop-up bunk beds for the kids on top, and a mother-in-law suite tent thing down by the lake. A back-saving pop-out slide allows easy maneuvering of the cooking appliances and supplies to the m-i-l tent area.
The "necessary" is surrounded by a sound-proof privacy curtain and is self-cleaning-somewhere out around 10 miles into desert area. Other privacy needs aren't needed because there are children along-and what's her name-but that's okay; we have little mattresses that will retain our handprints and not spill a drop of our wine.
Technology comes with our ultimate ride too! We have full-time internet connection, undisrupted cell phone service, and a pair of miniature paramedics in the spare tire cover. We figure if we need a spare tire, it'll be because we need to get to a paramedic. It's six of one/half a dozen of the other.
Blue Tooth is our dog. He's got a talent for sniffing out the best camp sites. We buckle him up in a safety harness when we're driving, in case he alerts just because of burgers.
We're happy campers. Mama's happy. Everybody's happy.
Clik here to view.
Today, such home conveniences are often multi-purpose. Refrigerators chill and freeze, protect the oversized and the delicate, and dispense and alert. Mattresses retain our handprints, but won't touch a drop of our wine. Our bathroom taps cough up hot water from the get-go (if that's what we choose) and our televisions bring us the local news, play or record a DVD, let us surf the internet, and shut themselves off after we've fallen asleep.
With all of that in mind, our imaginations can wander endlessly into vehicle territory and even more, what the ultimate conversion van would entail. Back in the day, a conversion van had reclining seats and a place for your port-o-let pot...thing...ew.
There was enough open space in the back to cram in your tent, Coleman stove, ice chest, fishing gear, and a change of clothes. If Mama didn't like the setup, she could stay home. If Mama wanted to ride along, she was in charge of the Coleman, the dirty underwear, the potty thing, and any fish that were left in the ice chest.
Today, Mama can drive in comfort, sleep under a fold-out canopy, and hope for a campground shower. She has a little refrigerator in the conversion van of her dreams. For her cosmetics, she has special containers that won't fall over when making sharp turns or driving over speed bumps. There is even enough ceiling for a few light aerobics.
The ultimate conversion van has surround sound, picture windows with designer blinds, central air, pop-up bunk beds for the kids on top, and a mother-in-law suite tent thing down by the lake. A back-saving pop-out slide allows easy maneuvering of the cooking appliances and supplies to the m-i-l tent area.
The "necessary" is surrounded by a sound-proof privacy curtain and is self-cleaning-somewhere out around 10 miles into desert area. Other privacy needs aren't needed because there are children along-and what's her name-but that's okay; we have little mattresses that will retain our handprints and not spill a drop of our wine.
Technology comes with our ultimate ride too! We have full-time internet connection, undisrupted cell phone service, and a pair of miniature paramedics in the spare tire cover. We figure if we need a spare tire, it'll be because we need to get to a paramedic. It's six of one/half a dozen of the other.
Blue Tooth is our dog. He's got a talent for sniffing out the best camp sites. We buckle him up in a safety harness when we're driving, in case he alerts just because of burgers.
We're happy campers. Mama's happy. Everybody's happy.
