Oh, the joys of home ownership, whether your home sits on a foundation or on wheels. They say a boat is a hole in the water you throw money into, and an RV is a hole in the highway you throw money into. So then I guess a house must be a hole in the ground you throw money into. Didn’t they make a movie called The Money Pit?
Right after we bought our place here in Florida, somebody told me that what new homeowners don’t understand is that you only sleep in a house, you live at Home Depot and Lowe’s. Truer words were never spoken.
Last week we talked about the problems with our air conditioner, and after cleaning and hosing down the fins on the condenser and the intake coils, it seems to be working fine now. With that resolved, my buddy Jim Lewis and I have spent the last couple of days working on a stubborn plumbing problem at his place. I think we finally got a handle on it, and hopefully he won’t have to spend a fortune on a plumber.
But it’s the same way in the RV world. I knew a solo lady RVer once who had a sign in her motorhome that said “If it has tires or testicles, it’s going to give you trouble sooner or later.”
My buddy Greg White and his wife Jan are in California and spent yesterday dealing with a mechanical issue on his motorhome. And when I talked to Chris Yust last night, she said her husband Charles has been helping their traveling companions deal with multiple problems in their Class C motorhome before they cross the border later this week on their way to Alaska.
In our 17+ years of fulltime RVing we had our share of breakdowns. Some were minor, like the Sunday afternoon we lost air pressure on our MCI bus conversion just outside of Louisville, Kentucky. We sat on the side of the interstate for an hour or so until road service got to us, and after checking it out the mechanic found a bad air line. All he had to do was shorten it about three inches to get past the leak, hook it back up, and we were on our way.
Other times were not quite so quick and easy. We once lost a wheel seal on the bus somewhere in Pennsylvania. We had to wait eight hours for a tow truck big enough to haul us to show up, to take us less than a mile to a truck stop where they could repair it.
Another time, we were leaving the Three Flags RV Resort in Wildwood, Florida and had a rear brake on our Winnebago motorhome lock up in the middle of the exit. It took about two hours for road service to get there and then another hour for him to replace whatever part had failed. And then there was the bitter cold Christmas Eve when we pulled into a Pilot truck stop north of Atlanta and with a broken fuel gauge and running on fumes. I filled the tank with diesel, which promptly gelled. I paid for my fuel and started the bus, and it immediately stalled out and would not restart. So we sat at the fuel island blocking one lane for over four hours until road service could come and warm up the tank and get us going again.
But hey, it’s all part of the adventure right? Eventually we can look back on almost all these incidents and smile. Given enough time, they make good campfire stories.
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Thought For The Day – Retirement is the time when you never do all the things you intended to do some day when you had the time.