Many years ago While in washing I decided to look for an RV to drive back to Vegas hoping to take my time while stopping along the way at places I had never been.Originally Posted by MaxPen
From the penthouse
To the outhouse
That's some legit downsizing.
I wonder if the Minnie Winnies come with a free squeegee?
Is there room in the shower for the squeegee?
I really feel sorry for the wife. "Honey, pack your bags. We gotta hit the road and ditch out on this rent. Something went haywire with the gambling system. And when I say bag that means one. The GOAT camper I bought only has cubbies. I already talked to our girl and she said that she'd let me setup a room with my old CBs. We'll stay there every now and then. She gave me the Wi-Fi password. The rest of the time we'll see the country on our Social Security checks. I'll sneak around the campground on the lookout for Newells so I can snap a pic outside the field of vision of any possible occupants. Then I can try and fool people on the internet."
I found a really good deal on a 35 foot Winni. It was a hundred miles away in Seattle Washington. I knew it wouldn't last, so I bought a bus tickets the next day to Seattle to check it out. I brought cash with the intentions I've been buying it, assuming it was as advertised.
I had never owed or driven one before. My father is an expert on RVs and a he's a professional certified mechanic. He coached me on what to look for and check, he agreed if it was 70% as good as advertised, it was an excellent deal and I could probably sell it at a profit after using it. He was even interested somewhat himself.
As far as I could tell, everything looked great, everything worked including the generator, air conditioning, Heating, I didn't notice any rust or rotting, all the sinks worked, the tires were good and whatever else I can't think of. It started right up and sounded good, so I bought it on the spot.
I had no plans what to do next, I just knew I had to get it back to my dads house 100 miles away. So with No experience, no insurance and expired tags, I said fuck it and off I went back to my dads house.
I knew RV'S required significantly more reaction time and stopping distance than a normal car or truck, but It didn't take long to realize the breaks were abnormally horrible. Along with being paranoid that I would get pulled over for expired tags, I had to worry about having no experience, horrible brakes while driving through the heart of Seattle and Tacoma through town and on the freeway. That was the scariest 100 miles of my life.
I told my dad's about the bad brakes, so he took it for a spin. It didn't take very long for him to come back. As he stepped out of the motorhome... he just looked at me said, "you're lucky to be alive kid." he then just shook his head and walked away.
I never did drive it back to Vegas, because I ended up selling it for more than I bought it for to some scary hillbilly family who were looking for a new home(I s*** you not). That was a crazy story in and of itself.
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