So I was driving back from lunch this afternoon and I passed this humungous RV and the name enscribed on the back was "Hitch Hiker II". It wasn't just "Hitch Hiker"; it was "Hitch Hiker II". The names on these things crack me up. There is obviously this whole RV culture that I completely fail to "get". And I was having a pretty good laugh about it when moments later I passed some hitch hikers trying to get to Kingman and noticed that the "Hitch Hiker II" neglected to stop and pick them up, so after I wiped a tear from my eye, I got to wondering whether they were already full-up with hitch hikers and couldn't fit two more, or maybe they are just total hypocrites, but more than likely, it's that whole RV-Culture that I just don't understand, and "Hitch Hiker II" is really some sort of deep metaphor for a state of mind represented by this huge beast of a home on wheels that never settles down, and restlessly wanders I-40 in search of greasy truckstop burritos and flat beer.

Heaven forbid that I should ever own an RV, but if I did, I doubt I'd be able to escape the irresistable urge to plaster a profound label on the back either. I've had a few things in mind:

Septic Canteena
Turbulence
Resistance is Futile
Bigger'n a Breadbox
Saturn V
Puddin's & Pies
Spin Cycle
Hurtling Ingot
Zamboni
My 401K

Amanda was reading that post about school bullying and reminded me that one of her more effective tactics against creeps in gradeschool was to pump a couple quick bursts of asthma inhaler in their eyes. Heheheh. I'd love to have seen that. She says Primatene Mist was always particularly nasty.

Cube of travelers
Careens, bound by inertia
To get in my way

Jeremy