Just another repair.

It’s only been about eight months since my first writing and I figured it’s time to write an update.  This might be long so get comfy.

What’s been going on?  Oh, right, so, you know how we have Max parked in front of our house on a residential street, right?  Well, it turns out that he has to be moved every so often so that he doesn’t look abandoned, and that’s what we do.  Now, usually we just move him a few yard up or down in front of the house.  So this one time, Hippie-Lawyer-Dude decided that he would take Max around the block and bring him back, so that he’d land somewhere else.  So, before he heads off around the block, I thought it might be a good idea to remind HLD to make sure everything was tied down and in its place.  Hahahaha! Silly me!  Why would I ever think that he’d actually listen?  I crack me up!

I’m in the house, minding my own business and I get a text,“I NEED YOUR HELP RIGHT NOW!” ME: “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?”  HLD: “outside” (Because I thought he’d be driving Max in the basement??).  So I rush outside, figuring that “outside” could be anywhere from the front door to around any block in the entire neighborhood and  I’m sure that a 23ft RV looking like it’s in distress shouldn’t be too hard to find, and there’s Max, in the middle of the intersection with the door to his insides* swinging wildly and HLD looking like he’s about to light a match underneath Max and declare him a total loss.   

Apparently I am way, way funnier than even I give myself credit for, because “make sure everything is tied down” does not apply to HLD “just driving Max around the block” and if the door to Max’s insides isn’t “properly tied down” (or CLOSED PROPERLY, in layman’s terms) it will swing open as soon as you turn a corner and it will hit something along the way and it will then get torn off its hinges and will not be able to close again and it will continue to swing wildly even as the engine dies and you get stuck in the middle of the intersection. What HLD expected me to do is beyond me!  Thank the RV Goddesses that Max was at the intersection in front of our house and HLD managed to start Max again and get him to sputter back in front of the house.

I do believe that HLD was ready to light a match underneath Max and let the heat of this mechanical inferno warm up the neighborhood.  There was no fixing the door and I had it tied shut with rope and duct tape.  Classy!  We ended up calling our usual mechanic in Kent (super great place to get your RV fixed, have I mentioned this before?) and they were willing to try to fix the door by repairing it to see if they could save us a few thousand dollars.  Obviously we had to have Max towed so that his engine could be looked at and repaired as well.  (Can you hear the jingling of the loose change in my pocket?  I’m going bankrupt!)  Thankfully, the door was actually repaired without having to be replaced.  Fingers crossed that Hippie-Lawyer-Dude learned his lesson!

Leftover Repair “Stain”

Still lookin’ good!

Meanwhile, we will be selling Levon because Max can’t tow that weight.  We bought a Honda CRV who was promptly named “Townes” (Van Zandt).  She’s the coolest car since my Dodge Ram 2500 from Virginia, Lorenzo.  (Yes, it had a Hemi!)

Meet Townes!

We still need to do that shakedown cruise with Max – stay tuned!

*I know there’s a proper name for the part of the RV that has the living area, but I don’t know that name right now so I’m calling it the “insides”.

 “Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” -Gustav Flaubert