Bus Living, Truck Living, Boat Living. You name it, if you live in a home that is capable of moving by itself, or have the desire to, then this is the place for you.
Back when I was driving cross country in a 18 wheeler, I stopped at a large flea market that had a big parking lot to park in. went through the place and bought a few things I needed and then some I didn't, you be the judge at the end of the story, anyway when I got back to my truck I put the stuff behind the drivers seat and got going. I was going through mt eagle in tenn on monday morning and low and behold the DOT was doing a inspection at the brake check area, it could not be seen from the opposing traffic or I would have known about it in advance over the cb and stopped and took a nap or found a way around it, I always hated the inspections anyway you can rack up some hefty fines very quick. well of coarse they decided to inspect my truck, paperwork, log book etc so I opened the door when the officer told me to step out of the truck as told to do so. I had not put my flea mkt purchases away or even thought about it anymore, well I happened to kick something out of the floor of the truck with my left foot and it hit the ground within a foot or so of the DOT inspectors feet. my heart stopped beating momentarily, I felt very sick at my stomach, I almost soiled my pants, and I knew I was going to jail do not pass go do not collect $200 and not counting the fines I was going to get, I knew I was in deep shit, I wish someone would of taken a picture
as paul harvey once said now for the rest of the story: as I stepped down from my truck I accidently kicked one of my flea mkt purchases on the ground, I know the DOT guy will never forget it as I have never forgot it, I am sure I had a oh shit look on my face at the same time that he did, but he said nothing, I remember thinking about how I was going to get out of this predicament and how long I was going to be in jail, or if I would ever get out of jail. I had bought 2 old rusted grenades, they clearly had the charges removed and I thought it was a cool thing to buy, but I never anticipated that one would roll out of the bag and would appear at the worst possible time. The DOT inspector actually let me go with out even a inspection, maybe it was the look on my face or maybe he thought I may need to change pants, but he told me to have a nice day. oh and by the way I told him that I bought them at a flea mkt the day before, now was this a good purchase or not?
It wasn't funny that day I surely thought I was in deep shit, I was paranoid till I got out of tenn. and the next few trips through there, I was worried he might remember me, still have them somewhere in my junk will post pics when I come across them. Its funny now I have often wandered what he thought, and why he let me go, if he was afraid of what else he would find or possibly he had to change pants himself. I could just imagine if that happened in this day and time, I guess Rudy could come visit me in a state retirement center at the crossbar hotel. It shows how things can put you in a bad situation very quickly and at the worst possible times.