Although I get the occasional email asking if my ’67 Airstream Overlander is for sale, everyone around my neighborhood sees the Airstream absent from its perch
enough (for a travel trailer) to know that we enjoy getting it out as much as possible. Apparently, I do not get my ’84 Suburban C20
out enough to show I enjoy its use too.
A couple of weeks ago, we towed my Overlander to a destination one state away so that the Boyz could enjoy Tims Ford State Park’s giant pool and bicycle trails. In a departure from the ordinary, my Silverado 2500 did tow duty since the Suburban, the Airstream’s primary tow vehicle, had just had it’s transmission rebuilt, and did not have enough miles on it for me to feel comfortable towing.
I am fortunate, being on a corner lot, to have two driveways. The Burb & Airstream are only assessable from one of them. So, for the camping trip, the Burb was moved to the other driveway, and the Silverado took us on our way. Fun was had by all, and we returned home four days later.
Last week, just Kim and I took in two days of the World’s Longest Yard Sale. The Boyz suffered at Kim’s folks’ house swimming in their pool & eating every meal out.
In the past, we have always taken the Mighty Burb on these trips so that all the goodies
we find can be accommodated. Since this was the perfect trip to break-in the Suburban’s transmission, we repeated what has worked well in the past.
It was a great trip. We enjoyed each other’s company, and the almost forgotten experience of staying in a hotel room where there was no black tank to empty before departure. We arrived home Sunday where I unloaded a ball of cotton string, a 100 year-old, cloverleaf, cast-iron muffin pan, and three pounds of stone-ground grits. Kim had similar treasures.
Monday afternoon found me out in the yard edging the Burb/Airstream driveway when a slamming car door caught my attention. Shutting off the edger, I thought I was just going to offer the man direction to some neighborhood street.
Come to find out, he frequented my neighborhood during the course of his job, and had always thought the Burb was one cool truck. He was a little on edge when the Burb was moved to the other driveway for four days, and was nervous when it was just plain gone even though the Airstream was still there. He figured it was time to stop and ask a few questions.
I gave him the nickel tour, and thanked him for his interest. The whole event was kind of cool.