It's been a couple years since part one; so, here's the link. Perhaps nothing is more intrinsically "seventies" than those wonderful Winnebagos; so, I think it's high time we revisit this topic. What could be better than a 1970s motor home decked out in avocado and canyon gold finery. These vehicles were all the things people love or hate about the tastes and pallet of the seventies tied up into one neat package on wheels.
I've taken pictures from gobs of brochures and posted them for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy.
This is from the cover a 1971 Winnebago Chieftain brochure. If you like the clothes she's wearing, you're going to like the upholstery. I'm not so sure this appropriate attire for taking a hollowed out log onto the Everglades.... but then, she's pretty well camouflaged.
What's funny is that this picture is on the very next page of the brochure. The cover tries to be cool and sexy, and then quickly shifts to grandparents having trouble reading the small print on a bottle.
1971 Winnebago Indian. The neon avocado and canyon gold cannabis infused upholstery would seem questionable to our 2012 eyes; yet, I find myself hypnotized by its potency.
Wait. What's this? This is from a 1972 Winnebago Brave brochure. What's this have to do with RVs you ask? This is the seventies. Don't ask questions, just enjoy.
To say wood paneling was "in" during the seventies would be putting it mildly. If the Sistine Chapel would've been built in the seventies, you can bet it would've been paneled.
1972 Winnebago Chieftain brochure. No idea what's going on here. Best just move along.
Remember: Harvest Gold is the color, Acapulco Gold is the drug. Don't get them confused.
Wait a tick. What's this got to do with the 1972 Winnebago Indian? Oh, that's right - this is the seventies. Don't ask questions. Just relax and enjoy.
I thought this was cool: The 1972 Winnebago Indian brochure allows us to peer into their pantry. Looks like there's the kids' staple of the seventies: Franken-Berry, and Cheerios is giving away Bop'N Boot foam Balls.
"Stay still, dear. Let me tell you the story about the key party where I met your daddy. There was a seance, we dropped acid and summoned a real live she-demon. I think someone died....... Anyway, when you're older all these drugs will be illegal and free love will be condemned. Now go play with your Barbies. Off you go!"
She broke her leg, and now everyone's out having fun on the slopes without her. Yet she's grinning from ear to ear. What's in that drink?
1973 Minnie-Winnie brochure
Those are some damn amazing rocks they've found. I hope they realize that if they're from a national park, dad's about to spend the night in jail. And blondie needs to scoot over; dad's hanging on to his seat by half an ass cheek.
Are they parked in the Serengeti? This group of upper-middle class Caucasians may have a bit of trouble at the Kenyan border.
Stay tuned for Part III - I promise I won't make you wait another two years.