No great story ever began with the sentence, “So I was having a caesar salad.”

No way, the best stories always start with good friends, cold beverages, and a good idea.

Like the time my friends and I decided to drive my parents’ beat-down 1983 Suncrest Class-C motorhome from Anaheim, California to the Glamis sand dunes. I had just traded the RV to my buddy Brett for his hold Chevy crew cab dually. Brett let me drive the rig while everyone else imbibed in cold ones behind me. As we drove down I-10 through the desert, I noticed an overabundance of sunshine appearing through the passenger side of the RV.

Later, someone passed a bottle of Jack from the passenger seat of the RV, out the window and through the wall behind them, and then back into the RV to another friend who was seated on a couch and laughing their ass off. The science in my brain said this should be not be possible but the further I drove, the more sunlight seemed to piece the passenger side wall of the Ol Suncrest. At one point, these dudes were high-fiving each other through the wall and the window and as we crested a hill, the Suncrest erupted in laughter and sawdust as the entire right side of the rig peeled open like box of Poptarts. I quickly pulled over and we all piled out of the rig and stood staring in disbelief at what looked like an automotive diorama.

The entire side of the RV was exposed and you could see right into the dining area, kitchen and driver cab area, as the wall had flopped over onto the ground of the dirt parking lot. The bottom edge was just barely hanging onto the fiberglass flanged that ran the length of the RV. Now, most normal humans would have called a tow truck and canceled their trip to the dunes but since 99% of the occupants of Mom and Dad’s old RV were inebriated and I was the sober driver who craved adventure, we simply pushed the wall back up until it once again roughly aligned with the roof. Then we tossed the ratchet straps that were holding our dirt bikes in place on the trailer, over the top of the roof until we were able to connect the driver side door handle to the passenger side door handle.

Three rolls of duct tape later, we had sealed the roof and front and rear seams that had given way during the drive. We stepped back and admired our handiwork for only a minute and then hit the road in search of sand, jumps and more adventure. By the way, the RV last for several most desert trips until it was parted it out and then left it for dead somewhere I don’t recall.

Not every story is as grandiose as this one but I know you’ve had some doozies and the Good Idea Starter Kit shirt is a celebration of those unforgettable moments when your friends looked you in the eye and said, “Hell yeah, lets send it!” Lol.