First RV was a 1972 Volkswagen Vanagon. Me and the missus and 3 little ones crossed the western US in that crazy thing. Ah the memories.
Kids all grown these days and I suddenly got the urge a couple of years ago and joined the Tear-Drop niche. Absolutely a joy to just head out and chase sunsets and sunrises. No itinerary, and hardly a place in the world I can't fit.
But recently? I don't know what got into me but I suddenly got the urge to go tiny-house. Gave the house to the daughter and son-in-law (and grandkids) as an early inheritance. Put me in a new sceptic system back in the woods on my property, and fetched me a lightweight tiny house on wheels. Now if I get that road-adventure-urge, I have choices.