The “Life Is Sacred” Winnebago
I know this isn’t actually a Winnebago. It’s a Pace Arrow. But….like Kleenex relates to all things tissue, anything on wheels that acts as a mobile hotel room is – in my world – a Winnebago.
So… I have passed this Winnebago a million times.
It’s on my bike route. The one I ride on when I can coax my lazy ass into straddling a thinly padded peice of metal for an hour and fighting tourists who wander aimlessly across traffic as if their vacation dream destination is devoid of motorized vehicles.
It is parked on the side of the road every day. It leaves at night then reappears the next day, often in a slightly different spot but always there.
A rolling billboard espousing a whole bunch of things in the form of bumper stickers and handwritten declarations on salt encrusted windows. I have yet to see a driver or passengers or human form of any kind lurking about who may want to take these declarations one step further and shout them out to passersby who may unable to read bumper-sticker English which is often hard to decipher even if you CAN read it. I have often thought about parking myself across the street until someone actually moves it in order to solve the mystery. Thankfully, that feeling passes.
Yesterday, I got up the nerve to actually approach it and take a few pics. It made me feel odd, like some sort of recreational vehicle voyeur. Although I know humans actually drive this thing around and it’s not a coastal version of crop circles, I never actually thought about who those humans might be.
There is at least one kid. Notice the tiny pink tennies in the windshield.
They like fruit. See papaya on passenger side.
They/he/she does not have a green thumb as evidenced by the dying plant in a corning-ware dish.
They are mildly modest. See small towels hanging from the roof in an effort to keep people like me from invading any modicum of privacy they may hope to have even though they are parked in one of the busiest tourist areas on the Monterey Peninsula.
They must be Buddhists??
Aging Hippies who drag their poor unfortunate kid from pillar to post in order to show them an alternative lifestyle?
I hope they have lots of money for therapy when the kids gets older or they’ve pushed it into acting which is fodder for lots of angst ridden, tortured soul movie roles which means a constant flow of income.
What really throws me, though, is the bumper sticker displayed prominently on the back of this gas-guzzling behemoth.
Who should we wage peace against, exactly? “Waging” denotes an action or battle of some kind which sorta seems aggressive to me.
Hmmm. Treehugger. What sort of mpg does one get on an ancient Winnebago??
I love trees too. I also sorta love my car but pollution has an adverse effect on plant life so perhaps these folks should consider getting a Prius or at least something smaller and more fuel efficient like a Cadillac Escalade?
Maybe this thing runs on some sort of bio-fuel?
If so, why not get a bumper sticker that says that or paint it on the back next to All Life Is Sacred?
Gotta tell ya, I know a guy who has one of these and it runs off used vegetable oil. I hear it smells like Kung Pao Chicken even if it’s not actually running.
I didn’t smell Kung Pao Chicken.