I frequently traverse many back roads of this, our great country. Occasionally, I park the rig next to a curb in small town America to take in a local restaurant, a celebrated monument, or a town event that happens to be advertised on a banner strung between two street lamps. A large RV rig doesn’t easily go unnoticed and because of that, on a stop in the Midwest this summer, I happened to have the honor of speaking with the mayor of one such very small town who happen to notice me pulling up. He told me that he had always wanted to have a ‘camper.’ Hmmm, a 40-foot motor home that is way too much of a strain on my budget is a camper?? OK, I thought, it’s just a term. So, I let him drive my rig around the block a few times. We parked next to the courthouse and I put out the slides so he could have a better concept of what a modern “camper” has to offer in living space. I swear – on a stack of Bibles –that while we were talking a police officer drove up. The very first thing out of his mouth was ..”Sir, you can’t park this vehicle here.” The officer was also invited in, and with cold sodas all around, we all talked RVing for about 20 minutes …all the while with the blue squad car lights flashing next to the rig. First time that has happened to me where I didn’t get a ticket. I don’t know if anything that I said or did will get either of the two individuals into RVing. At the time, I really didn’t do any of it for that purpose. I was just sharing my enjoyment and enthusiasm of the lifestyle. And, I assure you that I got more from the encounter than they did. But thinking back on the event, I wonder how effective are we at being an ambassador for the RV lifestyle that we enjoy. There are future RVers out there. I’d like to respectfully suggest that we stop and take the time to pass along all the benefits and enjoyment it offers. Those opportunities will come when you least expect them and absolutely not in a campground.