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Thursday, August 1, 2013
BOV reality check
We do love our bug out vehicles. Nothing like a custom bit of machinery to get you out into the hinterlands, fully equipped for what may come.
Back in the real world, my ambulance to motorhome veggie burning magic bus is in the shop. Never mind how well equipped it is, it isn't going anywhere for at least a week.
I was driving down the road and noticed a bit of smoke behind the van. After pulling into my daughter's place, I noticed the motor oil was rather quickly leaving the engine. Not good.
After some hassle, I got it to my mechanic's. (I've written my last membership check ever to AAA, but that's another story.)
My mechanic found the problem. It's your basic $3 part that takes 4 hours to change. Only takes 1 hour for the same motor in a pickup truck. Vans are nasty to work on. He can't get to it right off as he's book solid. The best mechanics are.
So my wonderful home on wheels that can pull my sailboat is unavailable. Good thing I already live in the woods and don't have to bug out to get here.
I've always been a bit leery about the whole bug out vehicle concept. When is the right time to go? Where the heck do you plan on going anyway? Can you really count on getting there. Travel, especially in times of turmoil, is dicey. Road blocks are easy to set up, as are ambushes. Look at what happens in conflict zones and then reassess your plans.
In a pinch, I could load up basic survival gear into my wife's car and be on the road in 20 minutes. That's how long it took us to pack for a spur of the moment camping vacation once. Ten more minutes and I'd have a canoe on the roof. If you have to go, better the make do vehicle you've got rather than the perfect one in the shop.
Of course, it's better to not have to go anywhere at all.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.