Yup. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I want me some Recreational Vehicle. Big time. I want to take to the open road at 25 miles per hour on the highway, the dull almost breeze in my hair, getting something like 4 miles to the gallon. I want a tin can bathroom with a chemical toilet and a queen mattress with a 70s porn hotel bedspread that slides out over the driver seat. Get me an rv insurance quotebecause I’m ready. Ready to criss cross America, from Wal-Mart to stinky Wal-Mart, living on canned beans and  the smell of scooter exhaust. Spring is almost in the air. Are you with me?