Wrong Maverick
Oops. On page 37 of the January 2022 issue of Family RVing, you show the wrong model of Maverick behind the Class A RV. The only Maverick that can be flat towed is the hybrid front-wheel-drive version, NOT the all-wheel drive (AWD) that is shown in the picture.
Waiting for our Maverick to arrive next year.
— Oscar Valent, F451536
Green Cove Springs, Florida
Editor’s note: Thanks, Oscar, for pointing out this oversight. As the chart reflects, it is the front-wheel-drive Maverick hybrid electric vehicle that Ford has indicated is towable four wheels down behind a motorhome.
Ode To RV Life
I have spent most of my 87 years camping and motorhoming. I went from a small tent to a six-person military tent. From Boy Scout camping to summer lakeside camping experiences. I got married and moved to van camping, with personalized customization. We then moved to a 24-foot Champion motorhome and progressed to a 24-foot TransVan, a 34-foot Pace Arrow, a 34-foot Winnebago Vectra, and ultimately to a 40-foot Monaco Windsor diesel motorhome with two slideouts.
Now, having been given a diagnosis of terminal cancer, I have been reviewing my family’s history of nomadic living. Fantastic is not expression enough. The experiences have not been limited to family but also included friends, acquaintances, and happy hours.
Going through photos and memorabilia, I ran across this poem that I wrote to the six friends I have run with the most. I just thought it kind of said . . . most of it.
If I could ask for my 15 minutes of fame, it would be to have this run in our magazine. I have been a member since 1998.
Thank you for many years of enlightenment and wholesome reading.
— Ronald L. Johnson, F251334
Sterling Heights, Michigan
Road To Riches
Eternally optimistic and
pounding the road
Moving with the best
For that is the code.
Scenery to the right,
Left and ahead
The enjoyment of the travel
For which we were bred.
Skirting the cities
As often as we can
Camping the woods
Copping a tan.
Stopping at leisure
Moving on a whim
Tires hitting pavement
Creating a hymn.
It’s the sound of the birds,
Wind and the rain
That caresses us to move
And never refrain.
Friends that are met
Become families of old
Events and stories
Many times are retold.
It is a life to be treasured
As we enjoy it each day
To be shared with the others
For that is the way.