An unusual RV turned up in my neighborhood a few days ago. I don’t mean unusual in terms of the newest creature-comfort idea, or one with the most slideouts. This one was the manifestation of an artistic design idea by someone named Quillan. At first sight, it looked like something Mel Gibson would drive in the Mad Max thriller/adventure/science fiction movie shot in Australia in 1979. Or more recently something you would see at the annual late summer Burning Man gathering of tens of thousands of “Mad Max” enthusiasts in Nevada’s Black Rock desert.
This particular RV, blazoned with the name “Miracle” on the front overhead of the class C motorhome, had an explanatory sign, much like a museum would post details about an artwork, on the front windshield held in place by a windshield wiper. Handwritten with a black marker on a slab of corrugated box, the sign described it as an “Art Car” project that was on its way to Los Angeles, but the owner needed a place to park it for a few days until he was ready to leave. The author (Quillan), stated also that he wouldn’t leave it for any more than three days in any one place but if anyone perceived it as an “eyesore” he would move it. He left his phone number.
Having lived in various Northern California locations I have come to expect such “art” project habitations from those who do not wish – or cannot afford – to live here in a more traditional fashion. For instance I could see from my liveaboard sailboat, that I berthed in Sausalito harbor, the many vessels (not sure what all-inclusive name to call them) that were anchored out (rather than having a berth) and were the subject of much grousing (eyesores, derelicts, hippies, etc.) by the owners of the multi-million dollar homes perched on the hillside overlooking the harbor. There was even a floating island, anchored to the bottom, complete with underwater viewing room.
I applaud the creative (and entertaining) endeavors of such “artists” but also am sympathetic to those who object to having such “projects” camped next to them in a campground. I also applaud the understanding of Quillan, and his willingness to move his RV if anyone objects. I wouldn’t find it offensive if his three-day-rule applies and he moves somewhere else for another three days. And maybe his recognition of the possibility of negative views from others, along with a little more tolerance by those that may be offended, might result in a three-day-plan-of-tolerance attitude in dealing with many of the contentious matters that seem to be prevalent in this divisive political year.
You can find Bob Difley’s RVing ebooks on Amazon Kindle.