People will frequently ask me, “so, how the Airstreams happen?”
I say, “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” That’s when they kinda look at me funny. There’s no single explanation as to the origin of my love for rivets and the road. Maybe it was the fire trucks. After all, they were my first introduction to vehicles and the best of all worlds…shiny, red and full of chrome and gauges.
Then again, maybe it was the planes and Navy ships we would go to see. DC-10’s and other aluminum planes were the bees’ knees to me. Not to mention the strong women built so many during WWII. The National Air & Space Museum is still one of my favorite places on earth.
But, it could have been the cars (the two Mustangs & one Corvette that got away:( and our frequent road trips. Adventure was always only a car ride away for my family. And so my Airstreams are literal and figurative time capsules of where I’ve come from and new adventures to be had. My first one saved me when I felt like I lost everything. And because I had to reinvent my career, I was able to procure the vintage toaster I really wanted.
Now I’m on the hunt for a late ’60s Chevy C-10 capable of trailing my vintage Airstreams. I’d settle for a 1960’s Chevy Impala Wagon with a big engine and tow package. Yes, I said wagon. Seriously, how cool would that be?!!