Over the winter, my hubs Kenny pulled the trigger on getting a RV – a Winnebago View. It’s small in the RV world at just over 25 feet with a single slideout. But it’s got a king bed in the back, fold-out couch, a loft bed over the cab and easily chugs along on a diesel Sprinter chassis. So far it seems to be just right for a family of three plus a dog.
To be honest, I never really saw myself being an RV owner but it sure makes life easy. I grew up tent camping so this is one of those things that feels a little too nice to be mine. You know what I mean?
Kenny spends most of his riding time on a small 2-stroke in places far away from where we live, places he can’t comfortably ride to. And so he’s always hauled his KTM around in the back of our pickup.
Once he gets to where he’s goin’, it’s usually a camping situation. Our friends have always been generous with letting him stay in their toy-haulers, campers or RVs. But this setup means relying on others and that we can’t go as a family juggling kids, dogs, and so on. It seemed to make sense to finally take the leap and go our own way.
The hope is that the RV – or The Harvey as we like to say around here – will give us more opportunities to bring the whole family along on excursions. We shall see…