Originally Posted by Rich Drewek:
Stan has pretty much told me flat out..."don't even think about caravaning with me". And I even offered to buy jerk and skittles.
Yeah. So a big part of the "freedom of the road" thing for me is going as fast or as slow as I want to, stopping (or not) when I feel like it, fixing my own car when I need to, etc. If I want to drive 1000 mi in a day, I drive 1000 mi, if I want to eat at 6:00 AM and 3:00 PM, I do. If I don't want to stop until 11:00 PM, I don't.
... and yeah, I take a gallon of spring water, a couple pounds of beef jerky, and a tub of mixed nuts. No smokes, no skittles. My wife flies to wherever we are going, and I just pick her up at the airport. I do my business at gas stops. I make it a game to locate the cheapest motel I can find to sleep in. I kind've treat road trips like LeMans. I like it, but almost nobody else is going to. It works for me.
When you caravan... you go no faster than the slowest guy, you stop when the traveler with the smallest bladder wants to, you fix the car the most unready for the trip, and you stop driving at 5:00 PM. Eating is an unbelievable process-- some people want hotdogs off a C-store roller, some want a sit-down place with china. Everybody wants to be a good guy, so no decision can be made without a negotiation that makes the middle-east peace-process look easy. If I'm going with somebody faster, I feel like I need to keep up, even if I shell my engine in the process. If I'm with somebody slower, I feel like I've got an anchor tied to my bumper.
In short-- believe me-- It's not that I don't want to caravan with you. It's really that you don't want to caravan with me.