I took my family on an RV trip last summer. I thought RV stood for “recreational vehicle.” No. It stands for “ruins vacations.” I had never driven one of these things. Dear God, It’s 35 feet long, 8 feet wide, and got 2 mirrors that stick out 3 feet on each side. Good Lord, I was like a passenger trying to land a 747. I’m weaving all over the road. I’m getting flipped off by kids in car seats, all right? Don’t know why they put a reverse on these dumb things. I never learned to back it up. If I pulled into a Quickie Mart too far past the pump to get gas there was no backing up. It was, go all the way around the block and try again. Thank God I wasn’t the only one. Sometimes there would be 7 or 8 of us just circling that Quickie Mart just like a white trash road race.