In the Beginning (to be sung to the theme of Beverly Hillbillies music)

Come and let me tell you a story about a man named Jim

a poor Arizonan who's one nerve was wearin' thin

And then one day he was wantin' somethin' to do

and up come the thought of a motorhomin' foo

Gas that is, diesel #2, double slide

Ok, lame.. but I'll work on finishing it later.

I'm not sure exactly how we came about buying our first RV, but I know the wife was definitely NOT on-board with the whole idea. She had grown up power boating and any thought of going without water, electricity or a potty was out of the question. So, I'll blame the whole idea on our friends Tom and Karen who had their own RV and corrupted me with foolish talk and ideas. Well, after several months of obsessing about the idea of owning a motor home, the wife started to wear down. Next, she tried to distract me with the purchase of a big piece of furniture? What red blooded man would toss out the idea of the open road for a computer hutch? Next, she use the "you can only buy it if it's for sale locally" rule. Anyway, she say's I bullied her into the idea and "whined" until she relented (Guys, some things are worth whining for). So off to Tucson to meet up with my enablers Tom and Karen to look at motorhomes. How I narrowed down the motorhome choices in my next blog,