We had our first motorhome outing this past weekend. Where did we go? A nudist resort of course!
At first I was leaning toward driving us up near Sultan, to Lake Bronson. I was also considering Kaniksu Ranch, over by Chewelah, Washington. Weighing the 2-hour drive to Sultan for maybe 70° degrees tops, or a 6-hour drive for maybe 75° degrees? Well, the long drive to Kaniksu Ranch won. Temps are very important when it comes to enjoying a clothing-optional weekend!
The drive itself was, fortunately, uneventful as we drove to ourselves to Spokane, at which point we kicked the phone GPS into gear and let the Google maps robotic female tell us which way to go. The motorhome seemed fine, driving-wise, but it did tend to wander a bit if a gust of wind hit it. It also seemed to pick up a little "bumpiness" in it as we neared our destination, sorta like the wheels were a little out of balance. It was very nice to be able to have a fridge and bathroom while we were driving! When we got to the turnoff, we followed a road so small it was more like a continuous driveway that snaked along the shore. On the right was water, and on the left were all the homeowners' beach access stairways that snaked upward to their places. It was really slow going and curvy.
After leaving the lake and the shoreline homes behind us we eventually came to the gate. This was where we were supposed to call and get the combination. Guess what? No service! After playing with the phone for a while outside, I eventually got a couple bars of connectivity and called for the gate combo. About the time I got through on the phone a member couple came along and let us in without a fuss. It was funny--I was explaining the gate fiasco to the guy so he wouldn't think I was just somebody waiting for an opportunity to get inside their gate. He says, "You do realize this is nudist resort don't you?"
"Sure do, we've been driving all day to get here!"
The nice lady in the office gave us a great rate for our stay, and after another member gave us a tour by golf cart we selected our RV spot. They had several, most with water and electricity, and we chose a good one. Actually, they were all good ones--they just varied in size.
Saturday we headed out to do a little hiking. We were going to go easy, so we opted for a short trail that wasn't too far away. We followed that trail, taking other "side trips" when we saw something else that looked interesting. The weather was very good for hiking that day, so I just wore running shoes and socks. I carried my hoodie with me in case the trail got too shaded or cool, but I only ended up needed it for bug control as I waved it back and forth around me like a horse's tail. Brenda had to cover a bit more because of her sun allergy, so she had on a loose skirt and loose, long-sleeved blouse. Ruby enjoyed it too... so many smells!
The residents were super nice, and occasionally one of them would stop by and we'd talk for a while. While we were in conversation with one of them, he pointed behind us. There was a woman driving her golf cart at a pretty good clip with her little black Dachshund on a leash in front of her, just running for all he was worth! They stopped by on their way back and we visited briefly. She also had the cutest little Dachshund puppy with her. That whole event was pretty hilarious, and had us wishing we could take pictures.
Golf carts were the standard in transportation there, and it appeared that almost all the residents had them. When we first arrived, we laughed (to ourselves) when the neighbor across the road left his trailer on his golf cart, wearing only a hoodie. As time went by, we found that to be the "norm" around there. It was very common to see people wearing only a robe or hoodie when their upper body needed a little warmth. People even dressed that way for the meals when they were served. It was a very laid-back atmosphere. Throughout the weekend we kept talking about how much we loved the place, wondering what it would be like to actually live there ourselves for half the year (it snows heavily there during winter!)
There were the usual nudist activities there, like volleyball, shuffleboard, bocce ball, hot tubbing, and a beautiful wood-heated pool that was so warm! We didn't partake in any of them though, as we were more interested in naked wandering on the hiking trails and logging roads. Those were things that we could do that Ruby could also take part in, because dogs weren't allowed in the areas that people congregate in, like buildings, pool, etc. Dogs are fine on roads, trails, and campsites, so she got to go with us walking and hiking, which she loved.
We planned on leaving by noon, but for whatever reason, Sunday are apparently fairly social there at Kaniksu Ranch. We had a great little breakfast, enjoying conversation with other folks that wandered in wearing their versions of coverings to keep the morning chill off. In addition to breakfast, we decided to stay for lunch as well. When they rang the mealtime triangle quite a few folks showed up. Choice of burgers, dogs, chips, and ice cream meant there was something for most. As we all sat around at picnic tables yakking and eating, the skies darkened. When the food was gone, we bid them all well and scurried over to the motorhome and started stowing everything for our departure. By the time I was just finishing up, the drizzle began to fall. We took one last drive around the grounds on our way out as the drizzle turned to light rain.
Opting for a little different change of scenery, I decided to go a different way to Interstate 90 in lieu of going back through Spokane. We took the meandering, beautiful drive through open fields on rural roads, going through on the way toward Ritzville. We reached I-90 fine, but weren't on the freeway long when a rhythmic thumping suddenly started. "What the hell is that?" I asked, as Brenda got up and started moving toward the back of the motorhome. Just then the sound doubled, and Brenda said, "We blew a tire." It could have been a much worse place to have it happen, as we were just about on top of the rest stop that's halfway between Ritzville and Moses Lake. A few phone calls brought a nice fellow that changed it for us and sent us on our way. Oddly enough (or maybe not), most of the vibration we started experiencing on the way over was gone. I guess that tire was on borrowed time, and if that one was, so were the rest.
When we approached the Vantage area near the Columbia River, the wind took over, apparently trying to blow us completely off the road. I was white-knuckling it just trying to keep it between the lines, holding our speed to 50mph or so. Whew. We got home pretty late that night, so another day off from work was in order.
What a great weekend!
Wednesday, June 26, 2019
Monday, June 24, 2019
Motorhome: After the Buy
Brenda and I got separated when I left Walter and his sales tactics, and when I got home she was already there. As I got turned around and started backing into the driveway alongside of the garage, I suddenly thought to check for roof clearance. Good thing, too--the cable providing TV and internet to our house was very low and vulnerable, and I would have ripped it off the house if I'd have gone another couple feet. Hell, I was just barely able to miss it even with her spotting me. (The next day I made an appointment with the cable company, and they sent a guy out to raise it up, fastening it to a new location higher on the house. I felt much better after that.) I spent the next few days going over things to figure out what did or didn't work. The task was complicated by the fact that I didn't even know how a lot of things worked in the first place. I don't mind saying, I got sidetracked a lot. I would start investigating something and would end up on something else all the time.
It's a 1999 Itasca Class C, 27 foot long, and it's on a Ford E-450 chassis, with V10 and 4-speed automatic. Not many amenities come with a bare cab/chassis before being turned into a motorhome, but this is one of the few I had seen that had electric windows and door locks. It also has cruise control and a factory AM-FM cassette (remember those?) stereo, that actually sounds pretty good. There are also connected speakers farther back so you can hear the music in the house area.
There was a time when it appeared that the law was going to require all RV's to have a rear back-up camera. A lot of people kind of did a panic/knee-jerk reaction and bought something just to be legal. This one was no exception. It was an old CRT unit that was literally hanging on the driver's console. The coax cable from it ran all the way to the back of the motorhome on the inside, held up with peel and stick hangers of various kinds. It was butt-ugly and had to go. It worked fine, but it was old, grainy B technology. I'll replace it with a nice wireless one eventually.
It has a factory-installed HWH electronic leveling system. The first time I used it (not knowing how to actually use it--I was just pushing buttons) it leveled the rig up pretty well. It sat in the driveway like that a few days while I was working on things, but after moving it one of the jacks didn't feel like extending. I still haven't looked into that yet, but I'm hoping it's minor--likely a dirty connection on one of the electrical plugs. I made up four multi-level wooden blocks I can use to drive it up onto also. Between those blocks and the installed leveling system I should be able to level it anywhere we go, even if it's soft asphalt or dirt.
Besides the tires, the dipshits that "detailed" the unit smeared Armor All all over everything they could. Kitchen floor, entrance step, floor mat--it was even on the pedals. Once that shit is applied almost nothing short of abrasion takes it off. For several days we endured squeaky shoes because of it. That shit should never have been invented.
Poking my head around inside of cabinets and compartments, I found that they all looked almost new inside. The original owners were good about keeping it nice. It has all the manuals and everything that it was sold with, and the internet provided me with service and maintenance information--even complete wiring diagrams. All systems are covered well now.
I tried all things propane-powered, and they all worked. The water heater, furnace, refrigerator--all work great. All the holding tanks look real good, and all plumbing associated with them look good too. The only thing is one of the "turd-cutter" valves has a broken T-handle on it. No biggie--it still pulls out fine. There is an electric step that automatically stows, and it works good, going in and out with the door operation.
I had a lot of trouble with the awning. I had zero idea even how to work it, so when it wouldn't come loose when I pulled on it, I had no idea what the problem was because I didn't know what it was supposed to do. After climbing up on a ladder I found that it was just sticking badly on one post. I pulled it out, still not knowing how to lock it in place or anything, but we eventually got it locked open. The awning was pretty dirty, so I cleaned and pressure-washed it. It didn't help much, being stained and worn from years of use, but it's still functional. I found one portion of it that was not assembly right (likely since day one installation), so I fixed that. It works a lot better know. It has a few tiny holes also, but it's still good enough for now. Might get a new one someday.
At one point, I was going around to all the storage doors on the outside of the unit and had one of
those, "hey, look what I found moments." There was an outdoor entertainment system installed behind one of them! Well, it's a piece of shit cheap car stereo, but it's "factory" and still kind of a cool idea. I'll likely replace it with a new, updated unit that will play Bluetooth from our phones and stuff. There is even a factory-original folding table that hangs on the outside of the entertainment system door like a drive-in diner tray (for folks that remember them), and looks like it was never used:
During the last couple of weeks I played with the generator off and on, tweaking this and checking that before finally extracting the carburetor and cleaning it out. I did it carefully enough that I didn't ruin any gaskets. It had some gunk in it, and after cleaning it well and blowing compressed air through everything I reassembled it and shoehorned it back in. Success! It ran pretty good, especially considering I used no new parts. At first I didn't have the electrical plug connected between the generator and the house wiring (like I said, I didn't know how anything worked!), but after getting that right I went inside and saw the microwave was on. Yay! I tried out the roof AC--it worked too! I was pretty pleased at that point. All systems functioning!
In some ways, the motorhome is almost stuck in time. It still has the CRT television and VCR installed in the factory cabinet on a track system. There is also a place for a TV in the bedroom, and that will likely go away also. Here are a few pics from right after we bought:
Still to address:
Tub/shower curtain track broken
No door keys to the cab--only ignition
Other minor things we repaired:
Curtain in the rear window was defective and was hanging askew
Bathroom vent handle broken
Broken seat back bracket from people climbing up on it
To make the motorhome truly ours, I ordered a new license plate frame:
Let's go camping!
It's a 1999 Itasca Class C, 27 foot long, and it's on a Ford E-450 chassis, with V10 and 4-speed automatic. Not many amenities come with a bare cab/chassis before being turned into a motorhome, but this is one of the few I had seen that had electric windows and door locks. It also has cruise control and a factory AM-FM cassette (remember those?) stereo, that actually sounds pretty good. There are also connected speakers farther back so you can hear the music in the house area.
It has a factory-installed HWH electronic leveling system. The first time I used it (not knowing how to actually use it--I was just pushing buttons) it leveled the rig up pretty well. It sat in the driveway like that a few days while I was working on things, but after moving it one of the jacks didn't feel like extending. I still haven't looked into that yet, but I'm hoping it's minor--likely a dirty connection on one of the electrical plugs. I made up four multi-level wooden blocks I can use to drive it up onto also. Between those blocks and the installed leveling system I should be able to level it anywhere we go, even if it's soft asphalt or dirt.
Besides the tires, the dipshits that "detailed" the unit smeared Armor All all over everything they could. Kitchen floor, entrance step, floor mat--it was even on the pedals. Once that shit is applied almost nothing short of abrasion takes it off. For several days we endured squeaky shoes because of it. That shit should never have been invented.
Poking my head around inside of cabinets and compartments, I found that they all looked almost new inside. The original owners were good about keeping it nice. It has all the manuals and everything that it was sold with, and the internet provided me with service and maintenance information--even complete wiring diagrams. All systems are covered well now.
I tried all things propane-powered, and they all worked. The water heater, furnace, refrigerator--all work great. All the holding tanks look real good, and all plumbing associated with them look good too. The only thing is one of the "turd-cutter" valves has a broken T-handle on it. No biggie--it still pulls out fine. There is an electric step that automatically stows, and it works good, going in and out with the door operation.
At one point, I was going around to all the storage doors on the outside of the unit and had one of
those, "hey, look what I found moments." There was an outdoor entertainment system installed behind one of them! Well, it's a piece of shit cheap car stereo, but it's "factory" and still kind of a cool idea. I'll likely replace it with a new, updated unit that will play Bluetooth from our phones and stuff. There is even a factory-original folding table that hangs on the outside of the entertainment system door like a drive-in diner tray (for folks that remember them), and looks like it was never used:
During the last couple of weeks I played with the generator off and on, tweaking this and checking that before finally extracting the carburetor and cleaning it out. I did it carefully enough that I didn't ruin any gaskets. It had some gunk in it, and after cleaning it well and blowing compressed air through everything I reassembled it and shoehorned it back in. Success! It ran pretty good, especially considering I used no new parts. At first I didn't have the electrical plug connected between the generator and the house wiring (like I said, I didn't know how anything worked!), but after getting that right I went inside and saw the microwave was on. Yay! I tried out the roof AC--it worked too! I was pretty pleased at that point. All systems functioning!
In some ways, the motorhome is almost stuck in time. It still has the CRT television and VCR installed in the factory cabinet on a track system. There is also a place for a TV in the bedroom, and that will likely go away also. Here are a few pics from right after we bought:
Still to address:
Tub/shower curtain track broken
No door keys to the cab--only ignition
Other minor things we repaired:
Curtain in the rear window was defective and was hanging askew
Bathroom vent handle broken
Broken seat back bracket from people climbing up on it
To make the motorhome truly ours, I ordered a new license plate frame:
Let's go camping!
Sunday, June 16, 2019
Hey, We Bought a Motorhome!
During the time Brenda and I have been together, the topic of camping has come up at various points in our many conversations, and she has let it be known that peeing or pooping in the woods was not something that was within her comfort zone. To me that sort of nixed any camping excursions in the foreseeable future. More recently, the notion of visiting nudist parks in locations farther away from home had become interesting to us, and the topic of overnight camping was rekindled. We decided that if we were to go out on any nudist camping or similar adventures we needed a trailer or motorhome. While a trailer would afford the luxury of being able to disconnect at our destination and still have local transportation, my truck was not a tow vehicle. Hell, it's barely adequate for going to get lumber at Home Depot. That meant a motorhome was a logical choice. A motorhome would enable us to move freely and also allow us to take Ruby with us.
I'll be first to admit that I don't really know shit about motorhomes. That fact is underlined by the P.O.S that we bought when Teresa and I were married. What a huge money pit that ended up being. Still, I learned quite a bit (through the school of ignorance and repair) about the basics of a motorhome, and we had fun with it during the couple years that we owned it. That was a long time ago, and like I said--just the basics was all I learned because the "basics" was about all that motorhome had. You might even say that it put a slightly foul taste in my mouth with regard to motorhome ownership.That was a long time ago, though, and things are different now.
The search began.
After looking at a lot of Craigslist ads, and talking between us, we decided what kind of basic features we wanted to look for.
I found another, this time up in Everett. It was a low-miler, one-owner type rig, and he wanted 18k for it. We drove up there on a Saturday to meet the guy at the storage lot where he had it parked. I thought it was convenient that it was almost right across highway 99 from my bank, so if it met my expectations I could just go over and get cash. Because he lived a half hour away from where the motorhome was stored, we texted the guy (like he asked) when we were still quite a ways away, to which he responded. We got there before he did, so we parked along the street and sat in the car. And we sat. And we sat. It was a beautiful morning, and we saw a lot of activity going in and out of the gate (I guess storage renters had a gate remote), but never heard a peep from the guy after his "on my way" when we first texted that we had arrived. Imagine our surprise when, after waiting about an hour, got a text from him saying, "the motorhome has been sold. sorry." WTF? Apparently, he and his customer comprised a couple of the cars we saw enter the storage lot during our wait. I just told myself it was meant to be. Maybe right after we bought it the engine might have blown up or some such shit. Still, what an asswipe. It just goes to show you: Craigslist may be known for "deadbeat buyers" but it has deadbeat sellers too.
Then there is Walter, the guy we bought ours from. Complete with a pretty thick Boston accent, he was the consummate salesman. He declared that he was a private dealer right up front, so there was no pretending. We met him at a business park right off the freeway in Spanaway where he had it parked, but we weren't there very long. It just didn't "grab" me when I first saw it. It was raining lightly when we were there, and that didn't help either. I wasn't looking at everything that was "right" about it--I was picking it apart and counting up all the things wrong. At first Walter left us alone as we looked it over, playing the "good salesman" role. I kept looking and trying to justify the $13.9k he was asking for it. When I told him I didn't want it and was going to keep looking, that's when the "bad salesman" in him came alive. He started hounding, saying the same things over and over, "what don't you like about it?" and declaring what a great motorhome it was, and touting the "$400 detail job" he had done to it. He couldn't answer shit about it or its systems because it was never his vehicle to drive. He didn't know anything about how parts of it worked. I kept quiet as I looked it over, refusing to give him any ammo. I do remember telling him at one point that I thought he got ripped off on his 400-dollar detail job. I don't think he cared for that comment. (Maybe it was a relative.) When we left that day, we were running more from Walter than from the motorhome.
Discussion about the good and bad ensued as we talked over the points of the motorhome, outlining the good and bad. The more we talked, the more I realized I didn't know. I decided I needed another look. I contacted Walter again the next day, telling him we wanted to see the motorhome again and take it for a drive, and also asked him if he'd take 12.5k. He responded instantly, saying he'd go down $500 and give it to us for 13.4k. I frowned at the ridiculousness of the offer, but told him we'd come for another look.
The next morning we went to the bank and got the money, and we met him again that afternoon. He really ramped things up in the sales department this time, repeating his pitches and turning the screws a little tighter. I went through the motorhome again, this time with a lot more detail. I poked around underneath, inside, and tried everything I could. That's when I found the generator wouldn't start, and without the generator I couldn't test the microwave or the roof A/C unit. I also saw oil leakage under the generator. Again, I was turned off, this time by the unknowns. At one point I was checking out the leveling system control and wished I could see it demonstrated, but had no idea how it worked. When I mentioned it to Walter I was under the impression that he either didn't know it was installed, or had forgotten about it, because he got all excited because he found another sales point to dangle in front of me. Believe me, it was a lot harder to leave him this time, because he thought he had interested suckers. We did get away, and our drive home was all about our findings and feelings about the whole thing. Later on that afternoon I decided to go on the offensive. I called Walter (I hate calling!) and told him we were interested in the motorhome but have a new number in mind. I told him, pending the outcome of a short test drive, we would give him $11k for it--bottom line. It was tough, but I stuck to my guns and he relented.
We drove to meet him the next day, this time at someone's house. He had moved it, saying something about wanting to park it in a better place. Imagine my surprise when we arrived and saw he had plastered two big neon green signs on it with a new, higher price on it. To add to it, they were put on with package tape, which was half melted in the sun. (I still haven't gotten all the residue off yet.)
At this point I still hadn't driven it yet, but really didn't have any reason to doubt it would drive fine. After all, it only has 40k miles on it. Brenda stayed behind in the car with Ruby while Walter and I took it for a drive. Wouldn't you know it--that guy would not let up. The whole time we were driving around he kept chipping away at me, saying like, "Can't you give another $500? Can't you give me something more--another hundred? This is a great motorhome" yada, yada, yada. I finally silenced him when I told him I had 11 thou with me, and that was it.
The deal was made, and we headed home. Whew.
Next: After the Buy
I'll be first to admit that I don't really know shit about motorhomes. That fact is underlined by the P.O.S that we bought when Teresa and I were married. What a huge money pit that ended up being. Still, I learned quite a bit (through the school of ignorance and repair) about the basics of a motorhome, and we had fun with it during the couple years that we owned it. That was a long time ago, and like I said--just the basics was all I learned because the "basics" was about all that motorhome had. You might even say that it put a slightly foul taste in my mouth with regard to motorhome ownership.That was a long time ago, though, and things are different now.
The search began.
After looking at a lot of Craigslist ads, and talking between us, we decided what kind of basic features we wanted to look for.
- Class C, no more than 28 foot
- Mileage no more than 60-80 thousand
- Generator of course
- Bed you could leave made up and crawl right into
- high mileage, with nice cabins, but the vehicle portion tired from road miles
- low mileage units with lots of wear in the cabin areas from spending a lot of time stationary in RV parks
- worn out all the way around and ready to become no-income housing in downtown Seattle
I found another, this time up in Everett. It was a low-miler, one-owner type rig, and he wanted 18k for it. We drove up there on a Saturday to meet the guy at the storage lot where he had it parked. I thought it was convenient that it was almost right across highway 99 from my bank, so if it met my expectations I could just go over and get cash. Because he lived a half hour away from where the motorhome was stored, we texted the guy (like he asked) when we were still quite a ways away, to which he responded. We got there before he did, so we parked along the street and sat in the car. And we sat. And we sat. It was a beautiful morning, and we saw a lot of activity going in and out of the gate (I guess storage renters had a gate remote), but never heard a peep from the guy after his "on my way" when we first texted that we had arrived. Imagine our surprise when, after waiting about an hour, got a text from him saying, "the motorhome has been sold. sorry." WTF? Apparently, he and his customer comprised a couple of the cars we saw enter the storage lot during our wait. I just told myself it was meant to be. Maybe right after we bought it the engine might have blown up or some such shit. Still, what an asswipe. It just goes to show you: Craigslist may be known for "deadbeat buyers" but it has deadbeat sellers too.
Then there is Walter, the guy we bought ours from. Complete with a pretty thick Boston accent, he was the consummate salesman. He declared that he was a private dealer right up front, so there was no pretending. We met him at a business park right off the freeway in Spanaway where he had it parked, but we weren't there very long. It just didn't "grab" me when I first saw it. It was raining lightly when we were there, and that didn't help either. I wasn't looking at everything that was "right" about it--I was picking it apart and counting up all the things wrong. At first Walter left us alone as we looked it over, playing the "good salesman" role. I kept looking and trying to justify the $13.9k he was asking for it. When I told him I didn't want it and was going to keep looking, that's when the "bad salesman" in him came alive. He started hounding, saying the same things over and over, "what don't you like about it?" and declaring what a great motorhome it was, and touting the "$400 detail job" he had done to it. He couldn't answer shit about it or its systems because it was never his vehicle to drive. He didn't know anything about how parts of it worked. I kept quiet as I looked it over, refusing to give him any ammo. I do remember telling him at one point that I thought he got ripped off on his 400-dollar detail job. I don't think he cared for that comment. (Maybe it was a relative.) When we left that day, we were running more from Walter than from the motorhome.
Discussion about the good and bad ensued as we talked over the points of the motorhome, outlining the good and bad. The more we talked, the more I realized I didn't know. I decided I needed another look. I contacted Walter again the next day, telling him we wanted to see the motorhome again and take it for a drive, and also asked him if he'd take 12.5k. He responded instantly, saying he'd go down $500 and give it to us for 13.4k. I frowned at the ridiculousness of the offer, but told him we'd come for another look.
The next morning we went to the bank and got the money, and we met him again that afternoon. He really ramped things up in the sales department this time, repeating his pitches and turning the screws a little tighter. I went through the motorhome again, this time with a lot more detail. I poked around underneath, inside, and tried everything I could. That's when I found the generator wouldn't start, and without the generator I couldn't test the microwave or the roof A/C unit. I also saw oil leakage under the generator. Again, I was turned off, this time by the unknowns. At one point I was checking out the leveling system control and wished I could see it demonstrated, but had no idea how it worked. When I mentioned it to Walter I was under the impression that he either didn't know it was installed, or had forgotten about it, because he got all excited because he found another sales point to dangle in front of me. Believe me, it was a lot harder to leave him this time, because he thought he had interested suckers. We did get away, and our drive home was all about our findings and feelings about the whole thing. Later on that afternoon I decided to go on the offensive. I called Walter (I hate calling!) and told him we were interested in the motorhome but have a new number in mind. I told him, pending the outcome of a short test drive, we would give him $11k for it--bottom line. It was tough, but I stuck to my guns and he relented.
We drove to meet him the next day, this time at someone's house. He had moved it, saying something about wanting to park it in a better place. Imagine my surprise when we arrived and saw he had plastered two big neon green signs on it with a new, higher price on it. To add to it, they were put on with package tape, which was half melted in the sun. (I still haven't gotten all the residue off yet.)
At this point I still hadn't driven it yet, but really didn't have any reason to doubt it would drive fine. After all, it only has 40k miles on it. Brenda stayed behind in the car with Ruby while Walter and I took it for a drive. Wouldn't you know it--that guy would not let up. The whole time we were driving around he kept chipping away at me, saying like, "Can't you give another $500? Can't you give me something more--another hundred? This is a great motorhome" yada, yada, yada. I finally silenced him when I told him I had 11 thou with me, and that was it.
The deal was made, and we headed home. Whew.
Next: After the Buy
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