In yesterday’s blog, I wrote about how my buddy Greg White wouldn’t take me to Dairy Queen for my requisite sweet treat, and I have to say that I was rather dismayed when one reader made a post to Greg’s blog, congratulating him for holding fast, and even suggesting he feed me a rice cake! What’s that all about? Rice cakes? I don’t think so!
Well, we all know that for everything we do in life, there is payback, good or bad. It’s called karma. And Greg got a dose of bad karma yesterday, after letting me down the night before.
When we arrived here at the Pima County Fairgrounds on Monday afternoon, I got the last 50 amp full hookup site available, and Greg settled for a 30 amp site. The lady who checked us in told Greg that the folks next to us were leaving on Wednesday morning, and he could move over to that site once they were gone, which has 50 amps. Because it has been rather hot, and our motorhomes are both facing west, it gets pretty warm inside in the afternoon, and the air conditioners have to work very hard to keep up. With the 50 amp site, Greg could use both of his rooftop A/C units.
So yesterday morning, as soon as the site next to us was empty, Greg fired up the Cummins engine on his American Eagle motorhome and moved.
And that’s where karma comes into play. Greg had one of those brain farts that we all experience once in a while, and he forget to unplug his power cord. Since the cord wasn’t strong enough to hold back that big old diesel pusher, this was the result.
Actually, it wasn’t that big of a deal for a talented guy like Greg. The wires just pulled out of their connections in his Progressive Industries Electrical Management System (EMS) box, and all he had to do was reattach them. No permanent damage was done to the RV, the EMS, or the fairground’s electrical pedestal, though Greg’s ego took a minor beating, helped in no little part by yours truly. It’s called karma, baby!
But Greg took it in stride, and I know it could happen to me tomorrow. We all make mistakes.
Hey buddy, until you find yourself in this situation, you’re doing good. A few years back, in Bremerton, Washington, I proved that you can drive an MCI bus conversion up a hill so steep that your front wheels are on the ground, your rear bumper is in the pavement, and your drive wheels are several inches in the air.
I also proved that, while you can drive into that situation, you can not drive back out of it!
That requires the assistance of a very large tow truck, several police officers to stop traffic, and a haz-mat crew to deal with the 32 gallons of antifreeze that spills when the above mentioned tow truck snags your bottom radiator hose.
But what the heck, it was an otherwise slow Sunday afternoon, and the television news crew and newspaper reporter who arrived on the scene had nothing better to do with their time.
Thought For The Day – If we are supposed to learn from our mistakes, why do some people have more than one child?