Sometimes you run into a ride that's just so nice you have to take a photo. I'm not much on camping--unless you count Courtyard by Marriott as camping. But a Volkswagen Microbus camper of a certain age--say from 1968-ish, that would be kinda fun. Instead of actually camping in it (egad to the third power), I'd save it to drive to events that have valet parking. Anyone--well, anyone with a deep enough pocket--can drive up and hand the guy a Lexus or Mercedes-Benz. It takes a certain style to drive up to the main entrance of the country, yacht, or hunt 'n' polo club and entrust the valet with a cherry air-cooled Swiss Army knife on wheels.