By Julie Schneider
Several years ago when I walked by a group of men gathered in a campground and heard things like, “She’s got a few years on her but she’s still a dream come true,” or “ Look at her lines, isn’t she a beauty” I admit that I thought they were discussing their wives.
I used to grin at the comments, giddy with wonder about what Jim must be saying about me. When I overheard comments about “stretching her legs” I thought they were being thoughtful of the wife who rode for 10 hours straight or the dog that whined with its legs crossed for 100 miles.
Silly me! That was in my naïve past! Now I understand that all these men are discussing the loves of their lives, their RVs! And they are all female! I have yet to hear a man —any man —refer to his RV as a male because, after all, they do cause a great deal of problems, my sweet but not so bright husband points out.
As soon as we arrive at a campground all the men get out and start lovingly wiping down their RVs with special soft cloths that can only be purchased for a small fortune from some rare but brilliant camping supply marketer. I foolishly told Jim I was going to purchase something and he said, “That’s the price of two super cloths or a half tank of fuel…are you sure you need shoes, Honey?”
Then those proud owners gather for a “top this” discussion where each one tries to brag about the greatness of his RV and then the disasters they have lived through. I have heard some amazing stories in this liars club from, “My old girl got 100 miles per gallon on our last trip” to “ We blew all six tires and still made it to the truck stop.”
And then there are the stories that really show where their hearts are…….”Phyllis fell into the cabinet and chipped off a piece of the counter with her front teeth and now I’ve got to find a counter guy to repair it.” And my personal favorite, “Jean didn’t hold on when I went around that sharp curve and fell into the shower, then bounced out and landed on the dog…….guess I will have to pick them up on my way back from getting the shower door replaced.”
It didn’t take us long to come up with CMore. As in “See More” of the country. We recently retired and just finished our first teaser 7+ week, 4000 mile, 6 National Parks, etc. trip. Yes, this Class A diesel is a she. Treat her with TLC and she’ll provide years of pleasure. And she can be fickle.
I haven’t named my RV but I do name my trucks. My previous truck was Surely, not Shirley. I used to say Surely you’ll start today, Surely you won’t get stuck, Surely you’ll get me home. That truck is gone and replaced by Tommy. Why Tommy you ask? Well it’s a Ford dually and many on here will remember the song “Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley”, thus Tommy from the song.
Hey, George. How’s it going? Love the Kingston Trio, but now I can’t get that song out of my head! 😉
Diane at RVtravel.com
Most guys are like me… we only want to be sleeping with women. So it would only be appropriate to call the “RV” by a female name. I have told my wife that I am coming out of the closet and have admitted that I am a natural born Lesbian. Because I only want to hug women and do NOT find it appealing to be hugging other guys.
Forgive me for being so bold. but I call mine a her as well. Haven’t really pinned a name on her yet only because I don’t want to pin all the problems on just one female that I would know. Since I know of so many women.
You must be single. Hee Hee. I just could not help that. I do like the name though.
uh, I;m a 69 year old male and my RV is named HOWIE, i refer to it as :him: HOWIE stands for House On Wheels Includes Everything, so you see there are those of us who do have “male” motorhomes. BTW, we are fulltimers and Howie has been to all 49 states that you can drive to, 5 Canadian Provinces, and 4 states in Mexico. Howie winters on the Baja near San Felipe, Mexico on his own private lot right on the sea of Cortes where he watches dophins swim as he soaks up the suns rays.