Dear Bill and mid-60s Buick caregivers who really can't take on amother "patient."
Pretty cool, but it needs a cut and buff with Tripoli and a Sisal wheel.
No doubt that trailer is only a restoration candidate. Alas that is the enigma I find myself in. If I were to get a vintage trailer and restore it, it would have to look as nice as Biquette. If I had Biquette and a beautifully restored travel trailer, how could I ever take them on the road and get them utterly messed up? I'm still working on Biquette's website and this photo really capture the problem:
Could I ever take Biquette camping such that she gets as filthy as this?
All this time Ed, I though you were a purist, making an open air bed on a layer of pine needles and a sleeping bag under the stars. Look at that happy family camping in that new tent on a manicured lawn. Dads got the new aluminum cooler with soad and snacks with white jeans and a plaid shirt and moms wearing her favorite camping ensemble.
Alas, my memory isn't so rose-colored glasses as yours. I remember the bug bites, sleeping on the rocks, being so cold that I would walk simply to try to warm up, etc. Camping isn't what it is cracked up to be!
Thats our world as we KNEW it. Now campfire smoke gives you cancer and the Northern Lights will no doubt give you cataracts. We all need to stare into the sun for a while.
I wish I could help you more on this one, but this is where my faith kicks in. There is a world to come where everything from classic Buicks to camping in the outdoors can happen with genuine peace and happiness. We won't find it in the past, but I truly believe what we wish to find in our past will be fulfilled in that future to come.
I hope that's a bit of comfort . . . .
Edouard
