Well, we did it. We traded our 17-year-old Class C Motorhome.
Our baby, the Bouncy, is gone.
Our girl the Bouncy was a good girl. However, she was an old lady. A very old lady by RV standards. Her colors were a little faded and to be completely honest, she leaked a little. But, in her defense, you might leak a little too if you needed a new roof. Her engine was sound and oil pressure good, but we were uncertain as to exactly how many years she had left in her long and glamorous life. Did you know that her previous owners took her all the way to Alaska?
Our adventure down this road began a year or two ago. We knew that we wanted to upgrade to a Class A Motorhome. But, which one? We looked at camper, after camper, after camper. Then we met the Bounder. Priced at the high end of our price range, the allure of her beauty was breathtaking. She did not have the outside kitchen that we wanted in an RV , but she did have a drop down loft, L shaped couch, fireplace, and four TVs.
This year, a dealership in Texas had a big end of year sale. The clearance sale put her cost well below what other dealers were selling pre-owned later model coaches for. But, our negative equity, made her cost soar to the top of my comfort zone. We were faced with a dilemma- to trade or not to trade. We decided that we would at least give it a try. So, we contacted the dealer, told them about the tiny down payment we had and filled out a Credit Application. Surprisingly, the bank accepted our offer. Our next question was what was going to happen when the dealer actually looked at our trade in person? We knew all of the Bouncy’s issues and were as honest as possible on the front end. But still, what if when they took a look at her they said, “Sorry folks, there is no way we can give you money for this coach. In fact, ya’ll have to pay us to take her.”
So, with much apprehension, we began our ten-hour drive to Alvarado, Texas. Halfway to Texas, it began to rain, on and off. Halfway to Texas, I began to pray. “Lord Jesus, Please let the patch job on the roof near the bathroom please hold. Patch job, Ple-e-e-s-e hold!” This was my prayer because, when the roof leaks at the bathroom, it trips to the breaker on the bathroom outlet and takes out the kitchen outlet also. Then we have no power to those outlets until the wall dries out. I could see myself explaining to the sales rep, “It’s ok. She’ll be alright once the leak dries up!” Well, thankfully we never had to have that discussion.
It continued to rain on and off for most of the afternoon and into the evening. It was still raining when we arrived in Alvarado around six pm. We pulled in a small parking lot as we tried to locate our RV park. The parking lot was tiny and we found out it was much too tiny to get our RV turned around. For folks that do not know, one can not back up an RV with a towed car attached. So, in the pouring rain and bitter wind, we had to disconnect our car. We decided that I would drive the car the short distance to the RV Park and follow along behind my husband who knew the way. No problem, right? So, I get in the car and rev up the engine without a care in the world, or a cell phone for that matter. All is well until… I noticed that the trailer hitch lights were still mounted on the top of the car and the cord for the light kit was dangling down my windshield and lodged under the wiper blade exactly where it was supposed to be. This would not have been a problem at all if it had not been raining. But, the minute I tried using the wipers the cord went tha-unk, tha-unk, as it was whipped around by the wiper blade. “Ok, I will just have to do this without wipers,” I thought. Well, that worked for about a minute and a half until I could no longer see the road through my rain-streaked windshield. In my mind, I had three choices. Choose one- Stop the car and remove the lights. Not a good option at all. What if hubby didn’t notice that I was no longer following. Bad choice, especially cause I didn’t even have one breadcrumb! Choice two- drive without the wipers. I tried it for a little while. But if you are only going 20 miles an hour and you still can’t see. Well….. So I went with the third choice. Put the wipers on just long enough to clear the windshield and then turn them off. It worked great for the first three rotations of the wiper blades then my tha-unk sound turned into one humongous ca-thump sound and I no longer had to worry about the light cord hanging over my windshield. Actually, I doubted very seriously that I would ever have to worry about that set of lights again. Because I thought they were gone! When we finally got parked, one light was still attached to the roof and the cord was dangling off of the driver’s side. When I yanked on the cord, thankfully, the other light was still attached. And, those lights will live to see another adventure.
After, parking and settling in, we needed some supper. I had planned on shopping for the trip after arriving at our destination. But we were too tired to go out a fight the rain again looking for a grocery store in the dark. So, I scrounged dinner together with what we had on hand….spaghetti noodles, Progresso tomato soup, Hunts tomato sauce and some spices. I threw it together, tasting it along the way, hoping I could create something at least edible. It turned out ok. However, I don’t think I will ever make it again on purpose.
The next morning we got up early to prepare for our meeting with the dealer. The Bouncy has never been cleaner! I cleaned and recleaned every square inch. Mostly, I was just trying to get rid of nervous energy. Finally, ten am rolled around and it was time! We had been told that the first order of business was that they would inspect every inch of ours, while we inspected every inch of theirs. Then we would know if we had a deal. They wouldn’t let us bring our dog into theirs on accounta that they were skeptical of ours. But, they liked ours well enough and we found ourselves with a new twenty-year mortgage. End of story. Well almost.
When we bought the Bouncy, it did not take us long to fill her with stuff. We had all of the comforts of home. I learned yesterday afternoon we had all of the comforts of home plus some. It took four hours to just reach the point that the Bouncy was empty, and then we worked until after supper putting things away in their new homes. Dog tired we slept well in our new bed.
This morning we finished packing up. Around ten am we were ready to move our new coach and hook up our car. While we were hooking up the car, the power awning decided of its own accord to extend itself. We stopped the engine, retracted the awning and started the engine again. Once again as the engine started the awning felt the need to unfold. We thought that we were going to be stuck in Texas another day because this kept happening over and over again. Then it just gave up and decided to behave itself. We don’t know why.
We have been on the road for about three hours and all is well. Driving and riding in a bus instead of a truck is really different. But, that is a story for another day.
Ps- our new girl still needs a name. Any suggestions?