RVing in Phoenix, AZ reserved for the Rich and Old

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I’ve been looking at places to park in Phoenix, AZ, simply because we need to use the airport there. I’ve never heard anything particularly flattering about the city itself — the most common remarks: it’s ugly, it’s hot, it’s nothing but sprawl, it’s dangerous — but we need to be close in to the airport so that I can get a bus (difficult is an understatement when it comes to trying to find a place to park at most airports, let alone finding a place to park an RV).

While I’ve been looking around online at places though, I am over and over again seeing this type of statement:

Minimum length of RV accepted is 22’. Motorhomes, Travel Trailers and 5th Wheels accepted, no pop-up campers or van/bus conversions please. RV must be 10 years or newer and in good condition. One Guest must be 55 years of age and the second Guest at least 35 years of age.

The first two sentences seem to say: no bedouins, no working class, no hippies. If your RV doesn’t look like a bus, don’t bother. Then they decide to make it clear that if you can’t afford a relatively new rig, again, don’t bother. I can understand the 55+ thing, many old people are set in their ways and can’t be bothered with new ideas or being forced to look at any skin that still shows a hint of elasticity, but the classism expressed in the earlier bits are pathetic.

In my opinion, one of the greatest benefits of RVing is that you get to meet all types of people. Bikers who save kittens, Land Rover collectors from Zimbabwe, hippy families and staunchly Republican retirees all abound in the RV world. It’s a type of life that attracts all lifestyles. It’s too bad for those particular lifestyles who want to wall themselves off from the rest of the world.