On April 23, 2010, the Bouncing Bullet entered my possession. Her tow ride home earned her the moniker The Bouncing Bullet as she bounced happily along behind my truck. Having never trailed an Airstream before, or anything this large with my personal truck, I was unsure of how she would handle. I took the backroads, skirted downtown, and cruised on home. The delayed reaction when her single-axle crossed bumps in the road made the hitch bounce up and down in such a light and happy way that we knew she was having fun. The bounce was happy, free, and harmless, like a school kid liberated for the summer, blowing her first bubbles. The name Bessie came later after we got to know her awhile.