It's not a bike thing...

Several years ago, my folks were downsizing- wanting to get out of their (BIG) house and into a much more manageable place - They had a big shed with a big motorhome. It was a REALLY sweet motor home. I could have totally lived in there. They asked if I wanted it- and at that time (during the recession and while gas was $4 a gallon, and my wife HATES camping/campers, and we had nowhere to put it) it was a good idea to say no... They sold it for a FRACTION of what it was worth.

Now 10 years later, every time I see an RV- even remotely close to the luxury that was their unit... I'm filled with anger. Real, veins popping out of my head, anger.