"On The Road Again"

Stoked to see some beautiful scenery again (and snow!).

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I made a a stop on the Gulf Coast of Florida because I was duped into believing a surf report that some ridable waves were in the future. I should know by now that putting my faith in the surf forecast is a bad move.

The waves came, but the only ridable ones were at about midnight on Sunday evening. A wicked rain and lightning storm hit at about the same time. If I weren’t afraid of sharks, and had a buddy with me to surf I may of tried a night surf. Not this time.

Despite missing out on the surf I have had a pleasant time hanging out in Miramar Beach. There isn’t a whole lot to see here other than the white sand beach, but I was fine with my stay.

One cool thing I’ve been experiencing is that people at RV Parks are super nice, adventurous and love to share travel stories. Most of them are retired older folks, but they have the spirit of a 12 year old playing little league. They really enjoy fun. And I’ve really enjoyed getting to know quite a few of them as well.

Anyhow, I loaded up a few photos from my iPhone and a couple vids from the camera and made this quick Animoto video. If you’ve never used Animoto, give it a shot. It’s super easy and pretty fun!

Oh, hell yes baby. Some micro waves actually came the day after I put this video together. They were only knee high but I was able to yank out about 12 of em. Not too shabby. It somewhat cured my jones for a couple of days at least.

I think in the next day or so I’ll head down to Cocoa Beach and try to score some waves with my pal Eric Farewell. Wish me luck.

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Before the Road Bandits departed to New Orleans, we had to drop a load (literally).

Couch Surfing Ori was there to document the entire thing. Believe it or not, I think it may of been messier walking on Bourbon Street then it was to empty my sewage tank. Thanks for the vids Ori.

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We had a blast in New Orleans. But we decided to move on to Florida to try and get some heat and sunshine.

The clouds have been feverishly stalking me since I began this voyage and I’ve been longing for some yellow beaming rays of warmth ever since. So, Florida here we come.

Before bailing The Big Easy I wanted to stop by my buddy Chad Mac’s house to say hello. Sadly, with a 38 foot coach, traffic snarls and construction it made it a nightmare. So, I opted to just get on I-10 and head east.

While departing New Orleans I witnessed a ton of destruction from Hurricane Katrina. Abandoned houses were scattered everywhere. I get the feeling we didn’t even come close to seeing the worst of it either. It was pretty depressing to think what the locals must of went through. The recent super bowl victory was much needed in this city.

Before completely leaving Louisiana, I needed to fuel up Mary J. While at the Flying J truck stop I had an interesting encounter from a southern truck driver. He was bitching about gas prices. I told him… “this is nothing, you should see what it’s like in California”.

He replied… “California if full of Fucking Communists”.

I laughed, paid my bill and looked for a pink commie hat in the store to antagonize him. They didn’t have any.

Within minutes of leaving the fuel station I was quickly in Mississippi. Instead of traveling along I-10 I decided to hit up highway 90 (the scenic route). I’m sure glad we took this detour. Within minutes I saw a sign that read “Beaches”. I almost got a hardon.

The beaches in Mississippi aren’t much to brag about. The water was brown but the sand was nice. Webber enjoyed pissing on bushes though. It was interesting to roll through small towns like Biloxi. I’ve always wanted to see that place since I saw Biloxi Blues with Matthew Broderick as a kid.

After a few hours through the scenic route we headed back for I-10 East and made much better time on our travel towards The Sunshine State. Next up was Alabama. We didn’t stop here. I saw a lot of Confederate flags and to be honest, it sort of freaked me out. I seemed to miss Sweet Home Alabama playing on the radio too.

Before I knew it, the welcoming sign for Florida was in my view. We’d made it. Almost. Dying to see the beach and bright blue water I pushed down on the gas pedal. Unfortunately the sun was setting fast. We’d had to wait until the morning to see the water.

A quick bite at the Waffle House and some internet browsing told me that we should hop over the bridge and drive along the Gulf Islands highway 399. After passing the toll booth and the bridge we were finally at the water. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find parking anywhere. It was tough. The one spot I tried to park at resulted in a lady coming out of her house to give us the boot.

Luckily we found a parking lot right on the beach that had no visible signs prohibiting us from parking. Since it was 10 pm already, we thought we may have a good chance to avoid the 5-O’s for the evening and we could depart at sun-up. We made it through the night unscathed.

The sunrise in the morning was beautiful. I mean beautiful. It’s been a while since I’ve been up that early. (Note to self: get up early more often. It’s worth it)

Next, I read the surf report for the gulf area. It appears that waves are in the forecast for Sunday. Waist high waves. Hell yes!

Being super pumped on the idea of catching a few waves I decided to book a RV spot for a few days and wait out the swell. We ended up in Miramar Beach about 2 blocks from the beach. Not a bad spot at all. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring a few ridable waves.

The water here is stunning too. A bit cold, but stunning in it’s appearance. I think the temperature is about 56 or 57 degrees. I went knee deep in the water and it didn’t feel that cold. Thankfully, I have my wet suit with me.

Can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait for tomorrow. Cmon wave gods!

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Vegas. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. That pretty much sums up most of my trips to sin city.

On new years eve, my buddy Randy Primm was having the best of times, then quickly the worst of times.

Check out this video of his new years eve debauchery…

I’ll be meeting up with Randy in about a week to start our trip. Can’t wait. To read the rest of the story (hey that sounded like Paul Harvey) head on over to the Road Bandit Blog by clicking here.

Go leave Randy a comment on the Road Bandit blog and commend him for pulling off such epic trip to the ER.

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I’m in the rain capital of the world Brightwood Oregon. I think we got about 8 feet of rain this week.

The soaked carpets inside of the RV would almost back up my measurements. The fried screech of the TV also gives off clues that something ain’t right with the waterproofing above. That TV is toast. And so are my feet.

For some damn reason my feet are itching like crazy. I think it’s because I spend 90% of my life barefoot in the sun and all of the sudden I’m wearing socks and shoes in a very moist environment. The cold and wet sucks. I’m not a fan.

I need to head south. And quickly. I’ll be in the Portland area for a few more days to meet with a few clients and friends, and then I’m Going, Going, Back, Back, To Cali. A surf session is long overdue.

Then I’ll be off to Vegas to hook up with Randy Primm. Then the action starts. The guys at the InternetMarketingParty.com are urging me to come speak at the Feb 9th gig in Austin TX. I’m pretty sure that just may work out.

I got invited to speak at the Learning Annex in New York as well later in the spring, but I’m not sure if I can swing the dates or not. For some reason it doesn’t overly excite me. I turned down the gig at the San Diego Learning Annex for some reason as well.

I guess the main thing that I don’t like is committing to a date. That’s hard for me to do. Once I commit to a date I always feel some sort of uhhhhh, yeah commitment, that’s the word. I’m not entirely opposed to commitment but it really throws my care free vibe askew. Hence why I seldom commit to much.

Yesterday I did commit to spending about 9 to 10 hours working on a website that Kameron and I started last year. Lets see if I can finish the last 30% and get this baby live by the end of the week. That’s the plan. I’m a great starter, but a lousy finisher. Why are so many of us that way?

A few days ago I took a written drivers test at the Sandy DMV. That was kind of scary. I’d of felt pretty stupid if I failed. The clerk asked me if I read the book. I replied… “No”.

It was a multiple choice test. You need to get 28 answers correct before you miss 7. I got two questions wrong out of the first six. A 66% accuracy ratio surely wouldn’t get my license. Thankfully, I pimped out the rest of the questions and only missed 4 all together.

Lets see, what else is happening? New Years was a great festive time with a bunch of friends that I haven’t seen in a few years. It was a large family gathering and 2 day partypalooza. I had to cut out early. Lightweight.

Christmas was mellow with the folks and my brother. Santa brought me all the things I needed in my RV like a hand held vacuum, some tools and a new shaving kit. I tend to get all Grizzly Adams after a few days. I shaved my balls first though. (Hey, I thought blogging was all about transparency?)

I’ve lost a bit of weight over the holidays too. I’m still kind of puzzled how that happens because the amount of reps with the 12 ounce beer curls has surely increased. I think I must be eating a lot less because I don’t have a sweet lady around baking me cakes anymore.

Okay, I feel like I’m just rambling here. I’ve been meaning to make a blog post for a while but haven’t known exactly what to say. So I figured I’d just get on here and ramble a bit.

Missing Cali surf,

J-Mo

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A couple of weeks ago a neighbor asked me… “Have you seen the movie “RV” with Robin Williams?”

“Nope” I replied. “But I will now that you mention it.”

A couple hours later I got a text from my accountant Steve that read… “Check out TBS. They are playing RV right now.” What a coincidence! Actually, I’m not much surprised by these random acts of coincidence. I tend to magnetize this type of stuff.

So I started to watch the movie and pretty much hated it. It’s full of Robin Williams running into just about every problem known to man and RV’s. Not exactly the experience I want to cement into my mind at the moment. I laughed a few times, but overall I thought the movie was pretty lame.

Death To Smoochy in comparison was about 15 times better and considering that wasn’t a very epic flick, it gives you an idea just how bad RV really was.

Now I know first hand how Robin Williams felt in that movie. It seems that when you start RV-ing full time, you can expect all kinds of crazy shit to happen. And happen it sure did.

I had a pod delivered to my front door step before departing. Hired movers loaded the thing full to the brim as I packed my clothes and the few items I needed for my travels. Then I proceeded to accidentally tip the movers 75% of the cost of the move. Merry Christmas guys. Once everything was stowed away, I was finally on the road.

Quickly I learned that it’s always a good idea to make sure all the cupboards and closets are closed. As I veered left onto Interstate 5, books and CD’s started toppling all over the floor from above. A bit later,  some CD’s landed directly on my head (not really the kind of head banging music I’m into).  Luckily, these were minor incidents compared to what was about to happen.

I was on the road for about an hour and a half and all seemed just fine. The white knuckled feeling was starting to subside. As I approached South Central Los Angeles something went terribly wrong.

I heard a loud BOOM and feel the entire rig violently shaking.

I BLEW A DAMN TIRE!

This video below explains it in more detail…

The tire blowing experience was surreal. I was traveling in the middle lane, doing about 60 mph. Cars were surrounding me on all sides. After all, it is a freeway in LA at 2 o’clock pm.

Once the front tire blew it was difficult to keep the RV in the lane. It instantly started swerving into the left lane and cars were frantically trying to get out of the way. A quick peek into the right rear view mirror allowed me to see a small bit of clearance to get to the right shoulder.

I was able to safely navigate the 38 foot beast to the right hand emergency lane on the side of the road. There wasn’t much room, but just enough to get the rig off safely. Well, sort of safely.

Within minutes, a couple of trucks had their passenger side mirrors brush against my driver side mirrors. Luckily, they just kissed each other and no damage was done.

So I make the call to Triple AAA. Thank god I got the full RV package a few weeks ago before I ever hit the road. Can somebody say “Lifesaver”?

Well, it took AAA about 3 hours to arrive on scene. Apparently they couldn’t find replacement tires (you’ll understand why in a bit). I wasn’t too pissed about the time it took, but I was peeved that they told me it was going to be 30 to 45 minutes. Yeah, okay, sure. I didn’t really expect 30 minutes, but I also didn’t expect 3 hours.

Triple AAA = FAIL

I had 4 cold Corona’s chilling in the fridge that I desperately wanted to chug. I figured that probably wasn’t the greatest call though. Damn. O well, at least I had that Stevie Ray Vaughn “Live At The El Mocambo” VHS tape still in the VCR. Ahhhh Lenny.

A few minutes later a CHP pulled up. Yep, a CHIPS guy just like John and Ponch, minus the motorcycles. I told him of my woes and that Triple AAA was on the way. The stater was trying to urge me to drive the rig off the freeway on teh rim. “Hell no” I replied. The tow guy was on the way, and there was no way I was going to damage the rig any further. He was concerned that the tow truck driver would not be able to repair my tire without closing down the entire right land of the freeway. He had a valid point, but I was not moving the rig.

The cop bailed the scene without even asking to see my ID or insurance (I wish the next cop that pulled me over later in the story was as chill).

A couple hours later a tow truck driver shows up with a replacement tire. We still had the dilemma of getting the tire on without getting run over by rush hour traffic. Luckily, I had a idea. Maybe I could pop off the passenger side mirror and get an extra 12 inches of room to work with. The right side mirror sticks out about a foot and was preventing us from getting any closer to the wall.

Sure enough, the allen wrench that I had just been using to take apart my desk fit the bolts in the mirror. Woo hoo! I took that bad boy off and moved the rig 11 inches closer to the wall. Now, I had to jack the thing up without scraping the side of the rig on the wall.

The Mexican tow truck driver helped guide me while jacking up the RV with the hydraulic jacks. Without those hydraulic jacks we would of been hosed. We cleared enough room for him to get the tire on, and within 20 minutes I was ready to roll again.

Total cost came to $125 and a new pair of boxer shorts. Not too shabby all things considered. Come to think of it, I never actually paid for the tire. The owner of the company had to call me and gave me a address to send a check to. I forgot all about that until just now. I hope I still have that address.

So, I’m ready to roll again and I instantly get off the freeway to figure out what my plan is. If one tire blew up, what about the rest? Surely I didn’t want to go through this experience again.

I was really pissed because the first question I asked Camping World during my RV orientation was… “Do I need new tires?”. The told me that these tires were made in 2001, and the life expectancy of most RV tires is about 5 years. However, these tires still had tons of tread and there were no visible signs on cracking on the side walls. They assured me there was still some miles left on them.

WRONG!

So I got off the freeway and decided to do some investigating. But first, I decided to stop for my first diesel fill up. That wasn’t too bad. And seeing 5 cops at the gas station really made me feel like I had landed in a nice and pristine area. Geez, can it get any worse?

Then, I saw a large propane tank and asked the asian dude if I could fill up there. He assured me I could and instructed me to maneuver the rig into a small fenced in area. It was too crowded, and I almost side swiped a Cadillac. No thanks I told him, I’ll try somewhere else.

So I parked for a bit to relax my mind and check my email. I also let Webber piss on a bunch of bushes near a elementary school. While on the internet I started calling around to tire shops and doing a bit of research.

Apparently, Goodyear manufactured a tire “G 159″ that was NEVER structurally designed to be safe for class A RV’s. These tires were made for low speed buses in the city. When you put these tires on Class A RV’s that are on the freeway, the sidewalls heat up and blow out.

Goodyear themselves have admitted this and a class action lawsuit hammered them a few years ago. Within one hour I had more knowledge about RV tires then anyone I had met at Camping World. The fact that they let me drive away on these tires was appalling at best. Especially since they knew I had a open check book and was willing to buy ANYTHING needed for the trip.

By this time I was furious. I called the Camping World a few blocks away from where I was and explained the situation to them. They went on the hunt for some new tires and I moved the RV into their parking lot for the night. I’d have to wait until the morning to get some new tires.

When I finally got to the Camping World parking lot it was deserted and boring. But I did have 4 cold squeezers in the fridge. Time to crack those while I took Webber for a walk along the train tracks.

As more boredom set in, I decided to do a Google search for a local bar. Wouldn’t you know it… Imperial Showgirls was just down the block. A quick cab ride later and I was standing at the front entrance looking for the door man. Apparently there was a $16 cover charge.

Seeing no door man, I decided to let myself in. The place was nearly empty. I chatted with the bartender, or should I say… watertender because they didn’t even serve booze in this place. ARgggg. Cali strip clubs suck.

The action picked up and I had a decent time. (Strip club tip – don’t use the ATM’s in those places. This machine charged a 10% transaction fee.  Great business tip – Do get into the ATM business if you supply strip clubs.)

I called a cab and went back to the parking lot and fell asleep.

In the morning Camping World could only install 3 tires for me. I’d have to cruise to Valencia to get 3 more. They also buffed out the tire marks on the side of the rig and refastened the panel that had jarred loose. They worked on the rig from about 9:00 am to 1:00 pm and I was ready to roll again.

The stop in Valencia took about 2 hours as well. When it was all said and done, I had spent about $4000. But I did have new tires and that made me feel much safer.

Before taking off, I decided to have a try at filling the propane one more time. There was this old asian dude manning the service station. He looked a lot like Mr. Miagi, but didn’t have nearly the grace. In fact, he couldn’t even get the propane hose on the nozzle for about 4 minutes. I almost had to do his job for him. Poor old guy.

Now it was time to climb the Grapevine. Climbing the Grapevine was pretty easy in this rig. I’d pass up big diesels with no problem. It was coming down the other side that was sketchy. This was the first time I had used the exhaust brake, or “Jake Brake” in trucker lingo. All in all, it was pretty easy. Another hurdle accomplished.

I drove through the night and parked at a truck stop about 150 south of Sacramento for a bit to eat. Lucky me, the Colts were playing a Thursday night football game. I watched Peyton do some of his magic, bs’d with some truckers and then got back on the road. After about 45 minutes I decided to call it quits. Webber and I hit another truck stop and passed out.

When we awoke in the morning I was anxious to get across the Oregon border. I didn’t want to hit any snow in the mountainous area of Ashland.  We drove and drove and drove.

Finally we stopped in Weed. Weed is a great place. I remember staying with 2 cool lesbian chics there about a decade ago. I could probably settle down in a town like Weed. We didn’t stay long even though we wanted to.

Everything seemed to be working out okay. No snow through the pass and we were making great time. I stopped in Grants Pass for a quick nap and then decided we’d do the last 4 hour stretch and get into Portland around midnight. I couldn’t wait to get into town and have a nice beverage or six.

Finally, we hit Salem Oregon. Only one hour away from our destination. Then…. Red and Blue sirens. Shit! Cops were pulling me over.

A young state cop seemed to be in disbelief that the RV was truly mine. He kept asking questions about whether or not I had narcotics inside and whether or not I truly owned the vehicle.

After about 15 minutes of interrogation he finally let me go. Apparently $70,000 in cashiers checks with your name on them works as pretty good proof you aren’t a thief. I wouldn’t let him enter the RV to search and he ended up letting me go.

Whew! Luckily he didn’t find the dead hookers in the trunk.

Finally, an hour later we exit the 205 freeway onto Foster road and are headed to the bar for a nice cold squeezer. We made it. Yippee!

What happened next when I got to the bar was even cooler. I’ll save that story for next time.

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The adventure is getting closer and closer. In one day, I’ll be on the road like Jack Kerouac, Ken Kesey, Willie Nelson and Randy Primm!

Who’s Randy you might ask? I’ll tell you more about him in a moment.

Anyhow, I finished up my second day of RV Orientation at Camping World. The folks at the San Marcos branch were just phenomenal. All of them. They couldn’t of been more helpful and patient with me.

We fixed the leaks in the plumbing system, got a new water filter and repaired the blown out hoses in the propane lines. I’m afraid of propane myself. I learned how to turn on my heat (yea) and how to get hot water into the shower (double yea). I’m pretty confident I can make it out on my own, but I may book another Camping World RV orientation in Oregon just for the hell of it. It’s only $49 and there is a branch about 10 blocks from my parents house.

So, the rig is pretty much ready to roll. The only major thing missing is a bad ass GPS system and satellite tv. I ended up getting one of those Mifi cards from Verizon for internet connections. Verizon by far has the best coverage across the country. Sadly, their internet plan blows like vampire toothed hooker.

For $59.99 you get 5G’s of transferable bandwidth. Being a video guy and all, I could suck that up in a day. If you go over the 5 G’s, you pay $50 per gigabyte of transfer. Talk about a rip off. Apparently the days of unlimited Verizon connections are gone. I’d pay good money to have one of those grandfathered accounts. So, it appears I’ll be stealing Wifi where I can along the way.

Everyone keeps asking… “Jason, where are you headed first”?

Here’s the sort of plan… Tuesday evening I’ll begin the trek north on Interstate 5 to Oregon. I figured I ought to spend some time with my folks for the holidays since I only see them about once a year. Then, I’ll head to Bothell Washington (just outside of Seattle) to see my biological father whom I’ve spent minimal time with in my life. From there, it’s open road.

I will be in Vegas around January 15th or so. And while there I’m really excited to meet up with a particular guy. His name is Randy Primm, aka “The Road Bandit“.

I somehow came across Randy’s site while perusing the net for crazy RV’ers. The moment I saw Randy’s videos I instantly dug the guy. “What a great idea” I thought to myself. I got hooked on his videos and proceeded to pretty much watch them all.

But then I got kind of bummed. Randy hadn’t been traveling much lately. Mostly due to financial woes. After seeing the enjoyment he had on the road, I imagined he was pretty bummed being holed up in his class C RV in Vegas parking lots.

So I had an idea…

We need to get this guy back on the road.

I noticed he had great video shooting and editing skills. Surely he could parlay that into some money on the road. Maybe I could help him out in some way? Maybe I could use a video guy like Randy on the road? I have been hinting at the idea of a RV gang. Or, maybe I could become a Road Bandit with Randy?

I’m not sure what is going to happen, but I’m very open to letting the universe provide me what is necessary on this adventure. Regardless of what happens, I know Randy and I can be an asset to each other. He has road experience, and I have hustling experience that can keep the gas tanks filled and the fridge stocked with grub and cold squeezers. It will be interesting to see what pans out. Either way, both of us are going to have some exciting times ahead.

So, instead of talking about this dude, why don’t I just share a video of his with you. It kind of breaks down the Road Bandit story. It’s entertaining, fun and inspiring. Inspiring enough for me to contact him and be willing to help him accomplish his goals. He seems like a great guy.

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If you read the last story about me parking the RV you’d know that things didn’t go so well. Battling a sloped uphill driveway in a 38 foot diesel pusher isn’t the wisest idea.

The thought of backing it out the same way it came in wasn’t too grand of a visual either. Surely the trailer hitch would dig into the street and with momentum traveling backwards, I couldn’t foresee a good future in that approach. We needed to turn this rig around.

So, my new Craigslist buddy Brent hopped in the driver seat and proceeded to back that baby up like an old school bus driver. (Stoked to have him there). He turned the RV around in a dirt field abutting the driveway and headed back down the sloped runway.

We knew the trailer hitch was going to scrape the cement again, it was just a matter of how much. Luckily, it wasn’t much. A few scrapes. However, this damn beeping noise would just not stop. I had to drive home for 30 minutes with the annoying sound of … beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep… I think you get the point. It almost sent me to the crazy house.

Half an hour later I was just glad to get the rig home. From there, Brent showed me how to work the power, the generator, inverter, heat, AC, the tv, vcr, and… the “water system”. I put “water system” in quotes because we had a little problem with our friend Mr. H20.

While connecting the hose to the public water spout on the RV things seemed fine. Until I heard the scream. “Turn it off, turn it off” came the screams from inside. Apparently the water filter under the sink has some corroded o-rings, or something like that. It started leaking liquid and black charcoal all over the floor.

Good thing the floor is tile. And super good thing I had a bunch of towels in my car a few feet away. (Bonus of being a surfer. Lot’s of towels). So, I need to get a new water filter thing. Hopefully Camping World can help me out with that. I have a appointment for “RV Orientation” day next week. I want to learn all I can, and it’s only $49! Cheap  :)

We also got the annoying beeping noise to go away. When I scraped the wires on the electrical hookup last week, I think it blew some fuses. The brake lights were out, along with a few other fuses. Once we changed those, the ride was back to normal.

It sure is a whole new world learning about these things. But after today, I feel much more confident about my abilities to navigate and live comfortably in this home on wheels. And when you see the Stevie Ray Vaughan VHS tape play on the TV, you wanna crack a cold one and chill.

Much to learn. Much to see. And much to be thankful for.

Cheers

Jason

PS: Good Sams Club contacted me today after I ranted to them about denying me as an affiliate. Smart move Good Sams Club, smart move!

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Arggg.

So I’ve driven the RV a total of about 60 minutes so far. Both times while trying to park I’ve created a bit of damage.

Nothing major, but it sure is a hit to the ego and confidence.

First issue… I was trying to back into a super tight space between two other rigs. It was too small for me to comfortably make it. While exiting the spot, I nudge against the top of a camper.

No damage to the camper, and just a minor paint blemish on my rig.

2nd fiasco…

I decided to park the RV out in Vista for a few weeks. Paid a guy $250 off Craigslist (I said I was in deep with cops in the ad so it would scare away tweekers) and drove it out to his place.

The first mistake was pulling over on the side of the road with a bunch of trees overhead. The branches beat against the roof and I’m sure had a hayday with the Satellite receiver.

Crap!

Then, as I was pulling into his driveway there was very little room to wiggle between the cyclone fence. Add that to the fact it was a steep incline and things got really tough.

While going up the drive way, the backend went so low that the trailer hitch was digging into the cement of the road. In fact, I ripped out a 2 foot by 4 inch gash in the middle of the asphalt.

While the hitch was digging up concrete, the back wheels were spinning and burning rubber.

Shit!

Finally, I backed it out, drove up the road, made a crazy back up move and turned the beast around.

Once again I tried going up the drive way. This time with success. At this point I was unaware what I had done to the street.

The air was ripe with the smell of burnt rubber.

Double shit!

Then, I realized I couldn’t get this damn beeping sound to go off while the rig was running. If it was in drive, or reverse, the beeping kept going. Only putting it in neutral would stop it.

Triple shit!

It was after this I realized I had excavated the country road with my trailer hitch and in the process I ruined the portion that you connect the electrical to when towing.

Gonna need to bring out a RV Expert too teach me how to run everything.

And oh yeah, the radio stopped working.

Quadruple shit!

And oh yeah, sometimes the generator will start. Other times it won’t.

I don’t even know how to say 5 shit!

O, what a long strange trip it’s been. And it hasn’t even started!

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