Right now I’m leaning real hard into the idea of a Hiker or a Vistabule or a TAG or a Road Toad Abode, not only because these are the cheapest, but because they are the lightest, and the smallest.

Smallest is a good thing because it means the least space to cool and heat for comfortable deep sleeping in any conditions.

And sleeping is all I have to care about, in the short term.

Moving just the mattress to a trailer frees up the entirety of the tow vehicle’s cargo space for other nice things like a portable fridge and stove and sink, which I already own.

This first and tiny trailer isn’t trying to be a home.

What it permanently replaces, I’m realizing, is instead: a motel room.

One which has no amenities, but also costs nothing, or next to nothing.

Roughly speaking that means it pays for itself in fifty travel nights, or 2-3 months worth at the outside.

If you could pay seven or nine thousand one time for life, and never again have to worry about booking a room no matter where the road took you: wouldn’t you do it?

I am militantly against renting.

This is the simplest solution, and very attainable.

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Plus, if motel room replacement isn’t quite enough, and a real roadworthy home becomes necessary, then there are (admittedly less affordable) things to do about that too.

Someday. Perhaps.

I’ll sleep on that.

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Somebody mentioned the concept of a ‘Springsteen Democrat’ today, and I like it.

It means a millionaire that markets themselves as a good friend of the workin’ man.

I can see where the phrase could come in handy, especially in conversations with

Management.

Please remember that when you are against workers organizing themselves and having rights and options, you are on the same side as Jeff Bezos and that witless tool that runs Starbucks.

Which might lead to complications.

Like cognitive dissonance, and possibly even tremulous myocardium.