I’m the first to admit that when it comes to amps, volts, and types of power, I’m pretty much an idiot. I blame my father, though I suppose I should blame my mother as well, just to be fair. Despite the many things they did teach me, this is one area in which they let me down. (Also, I can’t throw a ball. Dad!) When we first bought The Rig, John went to great lengths to explain how the thing is powered. In an effort to try to cement the details in my brain, I would diligently repeat his verbiage, but in all honesty, it really didn’t stick. I just pretended I understood, but John knows I’m bluffing whenever I ask something like, “What do you mean the fan I buy needs to be 12volt?” He just rolls his eyes. John has a model he made when he was about 7 years old that has copper wires and batteries and a when you flick a switch (because of course it has switches) then a fan spins or a light blinks. Even looking at at this deconstructed device with all its exposed pieces, I still don’t get it. It’s like magic. I’m convinced that learning how all this stuff works is sort of like learning a foreign language – if you don’t learn it as a youngster, you can pretty much forget about it. Still, I try hard to sound like a know what I’m talking about. When I call an RV Park, I smartly say that I’m driving a 30 foot Class C RV and 15 or 30 amps is fine. It’s a good thing I haven’t been asked any clarifying questions because then the proprietor would know that I’m a fake. I have no idea what a Class C vehicle is, only that I drive one.