HOTROD Winnebago

Nothing says sexy efficiency to me more than a '73 Winnebago…

The Business of Life is… dealing with reality.

Form vs. Function.

The classic argument.

It’s also the classic internal argument for LeBetsy.

Halloween party. Yesterday. Bunch of Moms discussing the age-old problem… the pain of schlepping the kids to activities: the waiting, dealing with the bored younger (or older ones), and the bored Mom-sydrome.  This becomes most apparent with ice hockey as nothing gets to you (and the other ones being dragged along) more  than being trapped in an ice-box like environment for hours, which is on a regular basis.

I stand by my solution of 5 years ago, first formed when I was toliet-training my twins.  Screw the mini-van, what hard-working, front-line parents (moms) need is… a Hotrod Winnebago!

Yes I wrote WINNIEBAGO.

Think about it: these beauties have a bathroom, a kitchen, comfy couches to lounge on, a TV, I’m sure you can hook up a Wii, a stereo, a bed or bunks for the little ones (you)  to nap in.

OMG, wrap it up ’cause it’s perfect!

I know, I know… “but it’s a Winnebaaaaago Betsy!” you whine.

Well, whining doesn’t get you anything.  At least with me.

But I’ll humor you. Yes, a Winnebago is not the sexiest car out there and when some bitch drives up in a Range Rover (well, not my friends who drive Rand Rovers, they’re all very nice but you know… the OTHER people that drive them —  the ones both you and I hate) you just wince at the idea of rolling in with your Hotrod Winnebago.

Function vs. Form my friends, ’cause when it’s hour 2+ and her kids are trying to light each other on fire for both fun and warmth, you’ll be warming up hot cocoa in your Winnie’s microwave, reading the latest “O” Magazine, while catching up on Dexter on the DVD player.  Laying on the couch.  Or perhaps you’ll be ordering Christmas presents on the laptop while the infant is asleep.  Wow you are like, Super Mom!  Whatever you’ll be doing in that Hotrod Winnebago it’s going to be a hell of a lot more efficient and fun than that bitch freezing her tiny pilate-toned ass in the bleachers, screaming at her kids not to set the baby on fire.

You’ll be the envy of the rink. Or the field. Especially when it’s tournament day and you have an hour or so between sessions and games.  You can make lunch for the kids, pop a beer (you know they don’t sell those at the overpriced crappy food stand!) and enjoy yourselves.  Efficient AND thrifty! (And perhaps a little tipsy too…)

I say “sexy is as sexy does”… and at the end of the day my friend, you and your Hotrod Winnebago are going to be the sexiest things in the parking lot.

(Umm, that didn’t come out exactly the way I wanted but, well, you know what I mean.)

Viva Hotrod Winnebago!

One Response to “HOTROD Winnebago”

1. Herding Cats (or was that kids?) and Hockey - The Liquid Betsy says:

   October 27, 2010 at 9:37 AM

   [...] wins out. While minivans are no Hotrod Winnebagos they do the job nicely — which is hauling a gaggle of kids around to the various activities [...]