Last night my wife and I were sleeping in my custom RV (the land boat) when I awoke to some odd sound. We were parked in a "park and ride", which is a place in New England
where you can leave vehicles overnight and unattended for many days at a time.
The sound was like a scraping sound - and a couple of little clanks.
I asked my wife, "was that you?" It wasn't her.
I'm more than half asleep here, and not thinking correctly, so I assumed that someone was trying to cut off and steal my genset (it's bolted to the frame, exposed, but covered outside the vehicle).
To deter the thief, I started up the engine
starts, but... nothing. No person comes out from where the genset is.
About 5 seconds later, I see a kid (in his early 20's) running as fast as he can from the rear of the vehicle toward (and past) the driver's seat where I was sitting in only a pair of underwear in 5 deg F weather
wondering what the HELL was going on.
He runs by and runs up the paved hill (maybe 500 to 1000 feet) toward the upper area of the park and ride.
I was still more than half asleep, so I figured I'd follow him and try to catch him. In my underwear!! ha ha
So I floor it and nearly run the kid down. He jumps into the snowbank and half runs half crawls for his life up the bank, through another 100 feet of woods up to a Saturn dealership. He falls every few feet because of the snow. I'm sure he was cut up pretty bad because of the snow we have - about 1.5 feet with a thick ice crust on top. You know the kind... where you almost can stand on it, but you fall through and it cuts up your shin?
So he runs up there faster than I've ever seen anyone run. He get up to the Saturn dealership and of course, I'm in my underwear and didn't give chase through the woods like that.
So, I drove around the various streets it takes to get to the dealership and tried to find him.
All of a sudden, I woke up from my sleep and remembered that I'm chasing some stranger who could be armed, and had my wife with me. So I gave up and moved to another spot to survey
Upon surveying the damage, I found that he was trying to hacksaw through a padlock that locks an entrance to the "land boat." Also, some extra damage I sustained was a broken exhaust
system from trying to run the guy down. (evil grin)
If that guy got through the padlock and opened the door without me waking, I would have been lying in bed
staring right at him and been completely helpless with my wife in danger
Reminds me why I chose to be armed on a boat and why I have the same shotgun I used to carry in the boat on my custom RV with me. Wasn't any use in this case, since he wasn't dangerous. I think he was a lot more scared of me than I was of him... a lunatic living in a custom RV... ha ha
But the real moral of this story is:
WHY DID I LEAVE THE WATER
TO LIVE ON LAND AGAIN???
I'm starting to forget...
This stuff rarely happens on the water
(except maybe to us).