At a different life stage/price point.
Summer 2011 DH texted me one day with a picture of a camper. A camper? Why is he texting me pictures of a camper? We are tent people. "That's nice dear."
He says we should go look at it. He's cute and sweet so I humor him. "Yes dear. Let's look at it." (Insert wifely eye roll).
Nice gentleman meets and greets and offers to show us the camper. Other folks are also there checking it out. Older gentleman takes a (non creepy) liking to my kids. LOVES the idea of kids - in a 21' Fifth Wheel (Older gentleman is childless perhaps? ;) Other couple wants to live in it. Older gentleman not a fan of that. I felt less like I might be agreeing to purchase camper and more like he might, if we passed muster, be willing to let us adopt it. :)
I, the proud tent girl, step up into the c. 1995 Wilderness Fiver and Fall In Love. With the floor plan. With the colors (very neutral) and with the idea that it has an "upstairs" (Newbie, and strange, be kind).
Most important to me? The smell. This 16+ year old unit smelled new. Clean. Fresh.
My husband knows me well and while used may be our budget preference - he knows well that I could not abide anything that smelled, well, old. I don't want anything that smells like ashtray, armpit, or wet dog, laundry, or anything else. I swear old shag carpet itself gives off an odor. The lingering scent of disco and Aqua Velva perhaps?
My DH managed to impulse find - as if led by the Lord himself, the probably one in a million campers that would pass my sniff test.
Oh, and I also have an oven. The kids baked brownies one cozy, rainy afternoon. :)
To answer your question - we agreed on price ... and smell? ;)