I picked up my 1985 Casita
13' last Friday in Montana, and on my way home--somewhere outside Sandpoint--the old fella at the service station came out and mooned over "Esther Egg".
"That's about the neatest durn thing I've seen!"
I should have unlocked her and offered a tour. I think he was just too polite to ask.
I got a lot of pointing and staring from cars in the next lane, and while hanging out at a coffee shop I watched several people pause to gawk on their way across the lot.
I wasn't home for more than 2 hours before half the block showed up for a tour!
The fun's just beginning...