Showing posts with label vintage campers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage campers. Show all posts

12.9.09

Plated for Travel...


Why State's Righters are missing the points


I recall a recent local debate over the merits of enforcing tobacco sales to those under 18. The lengthy discussion touched on issues of parental control, responsibility, individual choice and whether we should entrust teenage retail clerks with the job of “gatekeepers” for society’s evil habits.

I agree it is a noble cause, keeping kids from “cancer sticks.” But it seems ludicrous for government to bet their budgets on people smoking forever to balance their books with related tax increases.

While fining someone up to $500 (add another $189 for court costs) for selling a pack of smokes seems reasonable to some, I would remind them that retail workers are truly the lowest paid workers in America today; they are the primary reason for minimum wage laws.

Again, we’re relying on the poor to feed the tax coffers, whether through smoking heaters or selling them to the wrong people.

But I am a man from another era; a time when fake ID’s were easy to make, finding buddies to buy a case of beer cost $5 extra, and driving into Wisconsin on your 18th birthday to buy booze was a rite of passage - and a test of your car’s rear shocks.

Wisconsin was a haven for booze commerce due to its lower drinking age and ridiculous drivers licenses, which looked like glorified library cards.

Today’s Wisconsin driver licenses are routinely six to eight years old. At my last renewal, I paid my fee and instead of receiving a new, high-tech, state-of-the-art hologram license, the DMV sent me a sticker for the corner, stating it now expires four years later than what it reads.

There’s a bargain.

As a recovering bartender, I saw first-hand the difficulty in discerning “real” from “fake” identification.

I challenge any local law enforcement officer to describe a Delaware driver license. Or Missouri, Kansas, Alaska, Rhode Island.

The problem is that drivers’ licenses have become little self-esteem enhancers for the states. No two states’ licenses are even close to similar.

There are few standards on what we consider the “universal” ID, short of a passport. Driver licenses are it.

Retailers, bartenders and other business firms are not afraid to use their “right of refusal” for anything they deem suspicious.

Apparently, being from another state in the Union is suspect.

While many people are still convinced that the Patriot Act is the biggest threat to our liberties in all our lifetimes, the concept of “state’s rights” has been taken to an extreme for years.

Did you know Minnesota law enforcement does not legally need to respect a Wisconsin temporary vehicle tag? I’ve talked with several officers who assured me that they do, but don’t need to. How kind.

Sure, you can pay taxes in their state, work in one and live in the other, but God forbid you drive a vehicle there until the plates come in the mail.

States have become oblivious to the meaning of being an American. They treat it like some sort of generic, umbrella term.

Don't believe me? Cries of "Socialism" beginning to leave your lips? Then consider trailers in Michigan.

Several years ago when I licensed my vintage Shasta camper, I realized that under Wisconsin law, it DID NOT NEED a tag, since it was under 3,000 lbs. Confused, I called a State Patrol administrator, who said I "may want to consider it, if I was planning on leaving the state," he said.

Hmmm, not realizing what was going on, I inquired to the Michigan State Police, who confirmed that yes, non-licensed trailers would be ticketed in that state, but that some confusion existed.

OK, where's my State's Righters now? Is it bad enough that a car with Arizona tags can have jet black window tint, but not Minnesota or Wisconsin cars? Or that my camper only needs a plate so I can hit the UP for a spell?

The same thing applies to driver’s licenses.

I firmly believe Americans have a right to a nationally sanctioned identifier; a piece of plastic that protects my rights no matter which bridge I cross over the Mississippi, or state border I traverse.

It is time for a national driver’s license, or something like it. Same size, embossing, type of picture, hologram, maybe a “secret tag” or barcode that easily identifies the ID as real, legit and legal - here’s a patriotic concept – and as a derned American.

States could have a little spot in the corner for their logo or seal so they feel good. But the ID would essentially be the same no matter if it were issued in Madison, Montpelier, Sacramento or Raleigh.

This would overcome much of the national obsession with age-related violations, virtually eliminate fake ID’s, and help with homeland security.

Civil rights groups and state’s rights extremists will hate this idea. But it makes sense and could help guarantee the rights of Americans to engage in interstate commerce, and would help law enforcement with state-to-state record sharing, which is spotty.

With three-fourths of all U.S. states facing serious red ink, it might be time to consolidate forces on ID production, both to save money and to protect individual freedom.

It might also make it easier for those 16-year-old gatekeepers to see whether your kid is buying a pack of Camels.

And it might make me visit Michigan again.


19.8.09

Vintage Camper Showcase #20


"It's a boat, no a plane, no, it's a, a Spartan camper?"





"Yes. Virginia, the Spartan Manufacturing Company briefly considered using their fancy travel trailers in a different mode altogether in 1954, as a houseboat!
If you can find one of these rarities, you've just paid for your kids' college, and maybe a few nights at the Hilton, to boot! The unusual house boat was only in production for about an hour or two before they realized how 'out of their element' they were. No word on how many were made, or if they were even sold to the general public. But this fancy example did indeed float, as this RV/MH Museum lost photo proves. I can't imagine not having a diving board, though.
At least you don't have to worry about leveling the rig!"



19.4.09

Vintage Camper Showcase #19 - 007's weekender





















Those wacky Brits! First they drive on the wrong side of the road, then they eat "pie" made of meat and without fruit, and drink warm beer with an egg in it, and then they make this crazy camper!
Somewhere in between they conjured up James Bond, Robin Hood and Twiggy - which are all cool - and of course the music is among the best in all of humanity.
Oh yeah, and I'm totally all over Monty Python and slinky brunettes with a British accent are sexier than the Victoria's catalog.
But leave the campers to the bloody Yanks! Here's why.
Even though it looks sorta cool, it reportedly didn't work all that well. It's a 1963 Martin Walter Romany Conversion Bedford Dormobile. 
Yes, I know. A mouthful. Quick say it by memory! A little clunky, maybe, but worthy of a view. And I'm sure they're worth a pretty pound these days!
"I say, Love, throw me a few quid for a loxie if you might. The old birds' feeling a bit randy, if you know what I mean..."

26.3.09

Gangster Road Wagon - Vintage Camper Showcase #18


As we prepare for the release this summer of "Public Enemies" - a Wisconsin/Illinois-based Johnny Depp film that promises to be one of the coolest ever movies about gangsters - I present his Gangster-era camper and tow car set-up.
Tell me you can't see ol' John Dillinger behind the wheel of this sweet pre-war V-8 sedan, towing a swank Circa-1936 "Tin Can" dream, hiding out in plain sight!
Yes, the echoing "pocketa-pocketa" of the stubby Tommy guns, and the sweet drifting odor of stolen Depression-era bank cash is too sweet to forget.
Hmm, I think it would go kind of like this....
(Cue the slamming door of the bank, a quick "pocketa" of the Tommy's, fired into the ceiling for effect.)
"Awright, everybody FREEZE! Down on the floor, and keep yer hands where I can see 'em, ya hear?!"
"I got it from here, Lefty. Awright, you, yeah, you, Bub. Get over here and open the vault, see, and nobody gets hurt, see? How about you, pretty lady? Any other cash? Yer not holding out on me, is ya, sistah? I hopes not, cuz yer one swell-lookin dame! C'mon, pops, hurry up! I ain't got all day, here! Whoa, wait! Look, Farmer Brown, I don't want your money, no, see, you keep it. I just want the bank's dough, ya see? You earned your cash. Mr Bank President here thinks he's better deserving of your money than you are, see? We're leaving your pockets alone, feller. There we go, now we're cookin with gas, see? Thanks, sistah! Hey Lefty, tell me this dame ain't the real deal! She's a keeper. hey, dolly, you got a sistah at home for Lefty? See they call him 'Lefty' cuz all the dames left him for me, get it? hahaha! Folks, you go home and tell all your neighbors that you just got robbed by the toughest, fairest gang in the whole Midwest, and lived to tell about it. Heck, tell 'em he GAVE you some of the money! Go ahead, Lefty, give 'em all a Jackson so they can buy some viddles for next week. haha, now, Mr. Senior VP Bank President, I want you to go over there and change your pants, cuz I think you just wet yourself, see?!"
"Now I want yous all to put yer heads down, and count to 47 real slow, ya hear?! We'll be leaving you now, and I want to thank you for your time and patience. And My name's 'Lefty' cu I'm a southpaw!"
(One last "pocketa" as they leave in a blaze of burning rubber, with a few wild bills thrown out the windows for effect so the people will get in the way of the coppers.)

They probably left the camper at the Hideout, and used it as their HQ, don't ya think?

"Hey, Lefty, this here table is great for counting all our dough! Hey Dolly, grab me a beer, would ya? I think we's need to get to know each other a little bettah...""

3.3.09

Welcome to my post card...Vintage Camper Showcase #17


- "Hey, that camper is so shiny I can see through my own clothes!" -

Aye, she's a shiny temptress! A veritable "Venus dons chromium." Err, or something in Latin that's very suave and "old worldly."
Yes, the Lukas Family has it all: Cool 26-foot, shiny Airstream International camper with two tanks of gas and a five-digit number on front! 

"Wahoo-who, Gina! Hide the lamp shades! We're not only going camping , honey, we're going to be part of a club so strong we need five-digit-identifiers! That's more than the Postal Service needs!"

Yes, the Airstream registry is extensive, and this gleaming '64 dual-axle was the cream of its crop that year, and probably one of the largest "mobile" trailer campers of its day. 

I can almost see it now:  "No mirrors needed! Just shave on the wall, Bub! The whole world is reflected back, like your own, personal post card!"
    

24.2.09

"Captain Nemo, your camper is ready, sir!"


Vintage Trailer Showcase #16

"That's no ordinary camper, it's a Clipper!"
Fresh from the backlots of southern California, where they wee once as common as former Liz Taylor spouses, this vintage 1936 Clipper is undergoing a restoration and complete tear down. Known for their "scary" snouts and windswept style, they were also famous for being the weirdest thing you'll see in your rear view mirror.
I don't have much info on this, except that it came from a camper forum several years ago, with no more accompanying info.
Sadly, I have very few Clipper photos, but will include what I have in a collection.
Enjoy!

22.1.09

That's one classy chassis! (Vintage Camper Showcase #15)







Hey, what do you mean "No Smoking?" This is my home away from home! You can have my smokes when you pry them from nicotine-stained wrinkly, decomposing fingers.
But this vintage shot of an un-named, circa 1938 vintage camper actually shows the "upside" of trailers, camping and apparently, fashion and interior design! Note the way boss flower prints on the sofa and on her sun dress, or the funky flowery sculpture behind, or even better yet, the foxy lady's porcelain bird and horse collection in the corner shelf behind! Yes, nothing says the great outdoors like broken china and shattered dinnerware!
And how's that for a coincidence! She's looking at herself in the magazine! My heavens, she is at the cusp of fashion.
(Photo courtesy the RV/MH Museum and the C. Dickenson Collection.)

2.1.09

Vintage Camper Showcase #14 - Ski Jump or trailer?

Not much in the way of details. Just a cool old design, circa 1935. This thing could sell today! You could pull it with the hybrid, and get everyone a talking at the KOA. Their "wavy-stickered" fiberglass rental RVs would look like a turd - albeit a new turd, with a warranty - compared to this sweetheart. (Photo courtesy the RV/MH Museum and the C. Dickerson Collection.)

22.12.08

Vintage Camper showcase #13
























I'm showering in the Forest! Imagine that! 
That's one slick, sleek piece of modern conveniences, Madge. The new Airstream was more than just a "camper," it was a mobile two-star hotel room. You could be in the jungle, forest, desert or prairie, and the modern world was just behind your bumper. 
"Oh, pass me the soap, cowboy, I'm felling very dirty after a big day outdoors." 
Oh-la-la! Or as the ad says, "...all the world is truly their home."
Photos courtesy the RV/MH Museum in Indiana, and also part of the C. Dickenson collection. Don't think they go together, but were in the same batch. I believe the Airstream exterior is a 1958, while the shower photo may be a different critter, since it says 1952. But still, imagine how revolutionary the shower was for RV campers. It was the last excuse for many people.  

9.12.08

Vintage Camper Showcase #12 (AKA "The Minnesota Duck.")

It's one of my favorite off-color jokes. A yarn so simple and silly, even a fourth grader - or a radio host - can understand and revel in it.
It's the story of The Minnesota Duck: Two guys - usually of Scandinavian descent - are finishing a day of duck hunting in the woods of North Dakota. Diligent in making sure they didn't exceed the No Dak limits, they are about to head back to the Lodge for a few stories, beers and probably white-colored food. That's when a North Dakota DNR agent stops them. He asks if they were shooting only North Dakota ducks.
"Well, how would we know?" The one hunter rails back.
That's when the DNR fella reaches into his mouth, licks his finger and yes, sticks it into the rear end of the Mallard. He then pulls it out, slides it under his nose and smells. Eyes closed, he nods and says, "No, that's a North Dakota duck."
He then repeats the same procedure on each dead fowl. Finally, he reels back and declares that one of the ducks is, indeed, a "Minnesota Duck."
(That means it would be out of season, because North Dakota and Minnesota can't agree on anything, except that manure "smells like money.")
"You boys will need to come with me." He declares.
Shocked, the two hunters can't believe it.
"First, you need to tell me your names and where your from," he said.
The first hunter dutifully answers, "Jens Jenson, from Fergus Falls."
The other hunter - yeah, you see it coming - is less than cooperative: He drops his pants, turns around and declares:
"I'm Larry Hanson. And you're so smart, you tell ME where I'm from!"

That one never gets old.
God Bless my old friend Wes Schierman, who first told me that joke when I was about 12-years old.



(Photos are from the C.Dickenson Collection, from the RV/MH Museum in Indiana. No water fowl were injured in the making of this joke or blog post.)

29.11.08

"Say cream danish!" Caption Contest #3 (also, Vintage Camper Showcase #11)


This photo has it all: A classic Buick LeSabre, vintage Airstream, mock windmill and a smiling family in their Sunday best! If it had a puppy and a Gerber baby it would qualify for federal restoration funding. GBA! (Ah, that's "God Bless America") Let loose with the captions!

26.11.08

Waking to a party... (Vintage Camper Showcase #11)



In the early hours, while the Sun was still warming Europe and beginning to tint the Lake Superior sky, I rolled across the little camper bunk and listened. Listened still. No breathing.
Drumming insects, rustling grass, cool din of the Shasta's fridge, waning campfires and something else - a vague, lilting rhythm. Saucy, possibly scandalous New Orleans jazz. End of the night at an outdoor party, when the only people awake are either too drunk to dance anymore or too sober to dance just before sunrise.
I wanted to join them, grab the conversation and run with it.
Man, camping can be worth the hassle.

Caption Contest Two; "Edward, don't waste your film on us..." (Vintage Camper Showcase #10. a/k/a "Ed's new hat")


Some photos tell stories accidentally. Those stories not only have dialog and humor, but act as a snapshot that could be deep and interesting or dryer than cotton lint. Hmm, what was the occasion? Thanksgiving, maybe? Retirement? Or are they several siblings or cousins, seeing each other for the first time in years? Maybe only neighbors. Maybe mob figures on Holiday.
Regardless, it's a caption contest natural. Run with it!

(Airstream photo courtesy the C. Dickenson - RV/MH Museum Collection. No other details.)

The latest from the New Detroit! and a Vintage Camper peek into the future ( Showcase #9)...

Check out this beauty! A versatile and sleek peek into the 20th err, 21st Century! It represents a throwback to several eras, when power, style and Pioneer Spirit ruled! This is not ordinary car; it's a low slung, sleek futuristic buggy! Hola! That's one hot tamale!


(The photo above is from the C. Dickenson RV/MH Museum Collection, no details.)

22.11.08

Vintage Camper Showcase #8 - NPS

Oh, doesn't it make you want to throw on some Bermuda shorts, grab a High Life and head for the fishing hole? Maybe grab a heater along the way, and then complain about the way music has gone "downhill," you know, with all that "rock-and-roller stuff." Heck, I'm thinking of investing in the National Broadcasting Corporation, ever since they added stations west of the Rockies! You know this radio thing could be the future. (Photo courtesy the National Park Service. 1933 at Glacier National Park. No details on car or camper.)

Vintage Camper Showcase #7 - Meet Miss Spartanette!






She's a sassy little vixen, all smooth and shiny like a lake's reflection on a sunny day. Spartans were known for their shiny polished styling, variety in sizes and lush, rich interiors and woodwork. They have become one of the primary vintage campers for restoration, in part because of that classic look, which I like to call the "Jetson's Style." Here's a few prime Spartans for the first time on TTG.




(All photos and literature courtesy the RV/MH Museum in Indiana.)

20.11.08

Vintage Camper Showcase #6 - Hot and Not



Courtesy the C. Dickenson Collection and the RV/MH Museum. No info on either, but the home made version is a stretch for this quality site. The other Shasta and the classic Shoebox Chevy are what many folks try to achieve.

18.11.08

JFK 45 years ago - Vintage Camper Showcase #5

He was killed while I was in-utero, so I have an alibi, but after watching PBS' "The American Experience" program on Lee Harvey Oswald, it shows how troubling that period in history really was.
It was odd watching the films of the Warren Commission, and seeing a young, fit and spry(?) version of Gerald Ford. The details, conclusions, intrinsic holes in the case and the fact that over two-thirds of Americans thinks it's a scam makes it even more confusing and troubling.
I think that might be my "One Question" I'm asking the Big Guy when it's all said and done: So what's the real skinny with JFK? Important stuff.
Well, I'd also ask about the whole UFO/Roswell thing, and Bigfoot, maybe about Atlantis, that wild Tunguska Fireball, what happened to Noah's Ark, and what was Springsteen thinking when he left his first wife? And does putting a little bit of salt in the water really make it boil faster? What about warm water having more oxygen, and freezing faster?
But mainly about JFK.
And the UFOs.
OK, and what killed the dinosaurs. Spontaneous combustion kind of gives me the willies, also...and Nostradamus is pretty weird...

(About the photos. The only time I can connect Vintage Campers with the JFK Assassination. From the AMAZING Charles Dickenson Collection, we have a rarely-seen picture of JFK exiting an Airstream. The trailer was apparently a makeshift Hospital at an unnamed Military Base. Probably shooting Jack up with some back dope, so he could stand up straight, like in the photo. I don't have a date on it, but I'm pretty sure it was from before Nov. 22, 1963. The photo almost snuck by me the first time, and then I saw the next photo - stark and white with a light scribble - and took note. The bottom photo shows the back of the original, courtesy the (ta-da!) RV and MH Museum in Indiana. Thanks to both for a cool piece of history RARELY IF EVER SEEN ELSEWHERE!)

17.11.08

Vintage Camper Showcase #4

This is one of the gem photos recovered by C. Dickenson a few years back at the RV/Motor Home Museum in Indiana. It's just a cool look at a camper kitchen that is probably long gone.

16.11.08

Vintage Camper Showcase #3


Courtesy Charles Dickenson and the RV Museum in Indiana, which so graciously allowed Charlie to copy EVERYTHING THEY HAD, and then allowed him to give it to me for the price of a beer!
I will routinely post some of the photos, postcards, literature, advertisements, as well as many of my own collection. Enjoyio!


Free hook-ups means something all together different now. Ahem.


This one is about as racy as they get, and shows rare "skin" on this site. I apologize in advance if you are offended or if your children accidentally saw it and delved into a life of deviant sin and flesh.