As full-time nomads, we might not live in a neighborhood, but we’re definitely part of a community.
Oh god.
That confident little chin lift thing I do by way of acknowledging other dually drivers when I’m behind the wheel of the BFT?
The one that says, “Hey, lookit me! I can drive one too!”
Yeah.
Way — way — more effective when I am in fact driving the BFT. And not our Hyundai Sonata.
Shit.
Not that the RV doesn’t come with its own list of cleaning, maintenance, repairs and other to-do’s (in fact, if ya drive by within the next hour, you’ll catch us washing it, which could be highly entertaining), but just by walking back into our bricks-and-sticks house, the get-it-done list increased by at least the eleventy-ninth power.
It’s a genuine mathematical phenomenon. I swear.
