I understand you point, however: The truck is perfectly mechanically sound, the engine fires up after belching out quite a bit of smoke, and once thrust into gear, it does in-fact roll.
Even putting that aside, if I were to move it any reasonable distance (I'm considering Lake Simcoe, about 100 miles away) I'd probably tow it. The hassles of certifying it for road-worthieness, insurance and so-forth, probably wouldn't warrent it for a single one-shot move.
The truck is a street-legal, fully roadworthy, mechanically sound, and highly liveable-in rolling home.
The absolute curse, if I may say, is that where it was built, is where I currently want to be. It's absolutely ideal: isolated, safe and secure, with hydro, water and unlimited free firewood. It is my work studio, and I find it the ideal refuge from the urban jungle ... where I live and work.
If you feel that it isn't "really" a rolling home because it isn't zooming through Oregon on hwy 101, fine. It's a bit like saying that I can't possibly have an interesting sex-life because I have only have one girlfriend, or that I'm going to have a lousy new-years eve because I don't drink alcohol.
Oh well she's calling me. Yes, Perma was a runway model when I met her at age 17 ... and you should see her now! (On the roof in my blueprints, you'll find her digitized at about age 23). Her modelling agency is throwing a big new-years eve party for all the talent. Most of the men are gay ... and the women coming up from New-York are begging to stay out at the firetruck once again. Last year there were four. Two more are asking if they can sleep together on the couch. That's six. They think the wood-stove is cute, and if I'm willing to put up with the kind of music they insist on listening to ... 2005 will start off as another unforgettable year to remember.
How you define rocking ... and rolling ... and where you are, and where you are going, and why, and with-whom, and ... yes ... how far, is a very individual affair. Don't you think ?
Absolutely.
