I wish I knew why I get a bee in my bonnet about these things. Something I’ve never even heard of before pops up on my radar and suddenly I’m obsessed. (One of my writing mentors told me to never use the word suddenly. Of course that just makes me want to use it more.) Here is the object of my latest preoccupation. It’s a Rare Vintage Airstream Diner. Well, I think it’s rare. That’s what they said in the advertisement. Of course they could be stretching the truth so that they can sell the thing. But truthfully how many of these suckers have you seen? Me? None. So I’m thinking they’re pretty rare. And Very cool. Like a portable soda fountain. Right? Can’t you see yourself sitting on the stool with a soda and a long straw. Maybe a root beer float. Man, I love root beer floats. A float, or a shake, or a cone – it doesn’t matter, they’d all be fabulous in this little diner.
I want it.
Do you know that it was originally built as a mobile radio station? I was thinking “Wow! Wouldn’t that make a great Pirate Radio Station? You could move it all the time so it couldn’t be found and shut down. But it’s good as a Diner too. And I want it, bad. I could put it in my Airstream Trailer Park. Do you think America would help me buy it? I’m trying to think of a premise that would work on Kickstarter.com. Maybe it could be a mobile book signing tour trailer that serves sodas and ice cream? Ice Cream for Art?
Come on folks, work with me here. I want that thing. Probably Lani Diane Rich wants it more, and Jenny Crusie could design a home for a guy out of it. But how cool is this thing? Guitars and cowboy hats inlaid into the counter? It’s got Kate written all over it.