Abandoning everything, moving on and never settling down again. Not usually advisable, but always an option in the American mythos. Spin it to yourself however you must. The road is there, it beckons. “Home is where you park it” states the throw pillow. The Rambling Hobo-Cowboy-Nomad is out there, sleeping under the stars, reins in the hand, pistol on the hip. For so long, it took a simple but difficult unburdening and you could be right there with them.
Walt Whitman never shut up about it. You could ride the rails, bivouac in a tree, steal cooling pies on the windowsill. You’d work a season in the fields of the dying man in the big house, convince the woman you love to marry him and watch your friend be dismembered by a steam thresher. Your needs were taken care of! Today the rails are the road, and thanks to that bastard FDR we don’t need expendable human labor like we used to! Where do I get a piece of that action? I was told there would be cooling pies.
#VanLife is here for you. You can have those rough new prizes, that actualization, that adventure, that balance and flow. But now , ye not need to unburden yourself of your worldly possessions or responsibility to be the Rambling Hobo-Cowboy-Nomad. In fact, you must bring them with you. The more you bring, the closer you shall be to the light. If you only spend 160,000 dollars you can have a Mercedes Sprinter with an HGTV interior. That, and a starlink subscription means you will be on your way to choppy zoom meetings under those endless western skies. Glamorizing homelessness? Like and subscribe to find out! More is more when living with less. I love to charge my Jackery!
Harry’s Ok Used Cars “Knows the Fantasy” and damn we will try to bring you the #vanlife van that fits your nomadic self actualization (and budgetary) needs. From the road worn wanderer to nomadic girlboss. Let no dust settle on ye.
Up first is your, Blank Canvas: A reliable base for your contemporary conestoga. This is for the person who plots this move like a jailbreak at work. Spend endless hours in forums reading about the best greywater reclamation systems, alibaba solar chargers and national park passes. Piece by piece assembling your infernal machine.
This 87 Chevy already has banned calvin klein commercial wood panelling, sleeping arrangements and sick rims. Will raise respect level from bikers. Smuggle meth as your new side hustle.
Another gut job by someone who could not bring themselves to self actualization. This would be my pick but only to build a replica of Barbarellas spaceship.
We have something for everyone. #Vanlife takes dreamers of all walks. Freedom isn’t free but MAGA Mad Max’s bus conversion is only 8,000 dollars.
The Campers : A way for you want to try a toe dip into the nomadic life? Do a couple of weeks on the road? visit some old friends. Actualization-lite? This Chevy surf wagon is for your lovable tramp of the low road. You will arrive when you arrive and leave when do. Follow the seasons and bum around. The van will never run quite right but couldn’t be bothered to leave you stranded either. This is for the charismatic fool with patient and loving friends. A van like this will endear you to all but the most tethered wretches
But this is about van LIFE! You want to live in this thing? Out there? Oh yeah, the kernel, removing the husk, the great deads on the road, gotcha, gotcha. Both of these have clearly been lived in. Outfitted with the bare necessities, Water, heat, power. Homemade contraptions for those who don’t mind the truck stop shower/starbucks bathroom lifestyle. Enough solar panels to charge your laptop for whatever computer job puts gas in the tank. Just don’t forget, There is 1 Big-Sur and thousands of Breezewood Pennsylvania (guess which has wi-fi) . Clearly the owners have reached some level of Nirvana (thus the sale).
Yet I sense that you are seeking true emancipation? A deep and unflinching Yearning? Perhaps you want to stand in your new home?
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently,but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.
What you want Need a van you can poop in! How can you be expected to divest the holds that would hold you without that peace? For only 34,000 dollars that freedom may be yours. This stealthy van retains that pine box interior with the ability to crap anywhere from the Grand Canyon to downtown Brooklyn.
Need to crap in places no car has ever been before? Hate walking so much you’d spend 75,000 dollars to check your email anywhere on earth? Imagine that transcendent moment? Look no further! Finally far away from all of those people. Peace! Fulfilment! Great deeds and great poems! Cyber Monday in Death Valley!
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
These demons, they wont let me be! I simply want peace, It’s out there, and it seems no matter how much work I bring with me, I cannot achieve nirvana… I spend and I spend, yet I am denied? It must be these people around me! The demons, freaks, sikos, haters! the powerful bread lobby that keeps stopping my research! The HOA, city council measure 171, Kissinger! Local milfs in my area… I need to know what they are doing, saying (about me). These dark forces arrayed against me… I could, fake my death…Begin observation…Determine their true motives… Only then might be begin to scratch at the kernel of truth. Record their movements, tap their phones, recognize the patterns! This time capsule of an FBI observation van will allow total van life actualization. A space to observe the invisible systems of power at work. Anywhere you park it.