As of me typing these words, my little truck experiment has been going on for over a year and four months. That’s been more than enough time to see a thousand different questions fly through this site and my inbox, and every so often I’ll sit down and answer a few of them. But there’s one question that I haven’t answered, and can’t seem to escape. It’s usually one of the first questions to come up in conversation, and half a bazillion variations of it are sitting in my queue:

It’s that time again, when I realize that I’ve been neglecting people’s questions for too long and they’ve reached a critical mass. It’s time to clean out the closet. Not the literal one pictured above, though I should probably do a write up for how I threw that together too.

I just read your leather strap solution to your drawer problem. Have you considered magnets?

Indeed I had, and in fact I use some neodymium magnets to hold a makeshift screen onto my sunroof. I decided against using magnets on the dresser drawers because of their force characteristics. Basically, I didn’t like the idea that I’d have to Goldilocks my way to the right strength of magnet: too weak and the drawers do as they please when I take turns, too strong and they become difficult to open, not to mention they might rip the super glue off instead of simply separating. Snaps and straps are much easier to reason about: I snap them closed and the drawers don’t move, I unsnap them and I can get at my clothes freely, without a fight.

I’ve gotten into this wonderful rhythm of publishing posts that are tragically untimely. My Spring Cleaning post was five days too late, I’d had the insulation and skylight for weeks before I’d recounted the tale, and I’d successfully picked up and put down my weight goals way before I picked up the pen and put down a post. So it’s only fitting that I’m just getting around to talking about a feature I added to the site over eight months ago.

Staying true to my well-documented inability to write timely posts, here’s a post that I probably should have finished three months ago.

I wasn’t always the truck-faring degenerate that I am now. Reading some of my earlier posts, I can vividly remember a (roughly four percent) younger, more hesitant Brandon, sitting in an airport terminal, running through the plan over and over in his head, making sure he didn’t miss any important details. I’d picked out a class of vehicle, I’d picked out a place to get my private mailbox through, I’d scoped out parking locations. It was all there, I just had to go out and do it. I had some ideas about what truck-life would be like, but no experience to say whether or not my trepidation was justified.

Before I say anything else, let me be clear: this isn’t me making up some spooky story, this actually happened to me this morning, Monday August 1st, at 6 am.

I had a series of strange dreams about spies and nuclear war last night. Pretty dramatic, but I have weird dreams all the time. The problem is that things got weirder after I woke up. First, I noticed a bitter taste in my mouth that I have no explanation for. I ate nothing strange last night and washed up using the same products I’ve been using for as long as I care to remember. That’s not a big deal though. What is a big deal is this: