"WE'RE ROLLING!" I yelled as I ran for the drivers seat.
Maybe I should back up a bit. Pyro aka Bev and I lost our collective mind and decided we wanted an RV. We drove from Wichita, KS to Columbia, MO to Springfield, MO. I had internet searches running.
We drove a Ford based RV just 20 miles from the homestead, it felt like it was going to flip before I got it out of the parking lot. I looked over at Pyro, who wisely had her seat belt on and was holding onto anything and everything for dear life. As I careened out of the parking lot tilted like crazy at 5 mph I wondered if we were mad.
I made it a block before I turned around. Without flipping it.
Then we drove a 1998 Fleetwood Pace Arrow, 5.9 Cummings, Allison transmission, forty feet long, what is called a diesel pusher. It was out of Columbia, on I70, mad traffic, mad I tell you! I stood on the 5.9, signaled and started to merge, the car decided to yield. Give that driver a cookie!
The sway was not terrible, but it wasn't great. We were on the fence, price was too high, longer than what we had decided we wanted. Then the generator wouldn't start, or anything. I mean if you're asking $38,000 for something shouldn't it work?
No sale.
We decided we were going to stop looking. Yeah right. We would catch each other on the internet, drooling.
Ok this is madness, we HAVE TO STOP LOOKING! We made it almost 3 days.
Pyro had to get her Honda serviced, cut me some slack, its brand new. She took it to the dealer. No really, stop looking at me like that....
Anyway I was leaving to meet her in Kansas City to eat and have a little fun and my phone beeped. I glanced at it and forwarded it to her. An RV.
A mile from the house I get a call,"Are you bringing the money, are we going to look at it?" I turned around, went got our stash that made me feel like a drug dealer, what? NO, money not a drug stash! Man you're in a mood tonight.
Anyway I called and left a message, and waited. Figuring it was a scam I had given up and we were on our way home when he called.
It's Halloween night.
We drive into a dark neighborhood and find it. He had run to the store, would be right back. And we waited. In the dark. In a strangers driveway. With drug dealer amounts of cash.
We are mad. Completely insane.
Then Jay shows up. "Did you look at it? The doors open."
"Ah,no, I didn't want to open your RV and go in." Did I mention the Harley stickers all over it?
So after meeting Jay and looking we agree to come back the next day and drive it.
2:30 the next day ... As I inch this 33 foot 6 inch diesel powered box out of his driveway, trying not to take out the Cooper Mini next to me I wonder why I have done this. Pyro is helping spot for me. I can see nothing, I wait for the crunch.
Pyro climbs in, having learned her lesson she buckles up.
"Where's the shoulder strap?"
I don't have one either, just a lap belt. I putter to the end of th road, turn left, turn left again and we're moving.
Seriously, no drama. I am sorry to say it drove nicely, wait, I mean I'm sorry it didn't have any dramatic tendancies to complain about. It drove NICE, it was responsive, steering was direct and gave good feed back.
We cruised up I435 and then around to a QuikTrip and parked it to look it over. We pinned the door open so we could walk in and out and look it over good.
I opened up the LP and vented the system, the genset (LP) fired up and settled down into a smooth hum after 15 seconds or so.
With electricity flowing we turned on the roof a/c units, we tinker with this and poked at that.
I walked forward for something, I glance out the open door ....
The pavement looked odd, like it ... was moving ... oh E#%&^^@#$
"WE'RE ROLLING!" I yelled as I ran for the drivers seat. Pyro claims I haven't moved that fast in years. Also I DID NOT shove her into a seat, a complete fabrication. I am much more considerate than that ...
I leap into the drivers seat, I stabbed the brakes and was thankful I hadn't hit the semi parked in front of me.
Yup, it's a keeper.
And so begins a new adventure for Pyro and myself. Here are a few shots of the Firan Covington CV-747-QB Diesel pusher we just bought.
And after a quick clean up this afternoon the inside
I'll detail the buying later, I've been up since 4:45 and its been a long day.
Oh what the heck, a cleaning shot ..... Tossing stuff, soap and water and a vacuum made it much more presentable.