That’s how it works, until you do things that set your progress back to a much earlier time of your life … age 13 or 14 would be my estimate, a time when good judgment has not yet been fully ingrained into that childlike mass of grey matter you refer to as a brain.
The bottomline is that we old farts on occasion do childlishly stupid things. Even after seven decades, I still do my share of stupid things that have people thinking I have regressed and I can act as impulsively now as I did as a youngster.
Here’s a great example of impulsiveness at work. My wife and I have always had an idea tucked somewhere in our brains that it might be a grand idea to own a motorcoach. You know, one of those big bus like rigs you see rolling down the E way. 60 feet or so of wildly appointed steel, gleaming fiberglass and chrome powered by a powerful diesel engine steamrolling along at 75 mph.
Owning such a rig is a lot of work and responsibility. It’s not for an old guy like me who has some disability issues to deal with. We would have had our dream machine years ago except for one minor issue, that money thing- actually a whole bunch of money things, 150k or so. So we put it off year after year until finally the realization that time was running short set in. It was a case of now or never. We cast all trepidation aside and made the plunge, with a few minor adjustments to our original plan.
Life is too short. There is so much to see and even more things to do that we had better get started. The search for our dream vehicle began. After 30 + minutes of intense research on the web, we, actually I, found the perfect RV on the Internet. eBay motors.
I admit, there were concessions made. Instead of the 60 foot behemoth we had dreamed about, we , I mean me found a 20 foot vintage (which I learned was code for old) Falcon 190 Motor Coach resting patiently in a pole barn in West Palm Beach. I found out that a RVs of this type are referred to as ‘Motor Coaches.” Impressive eh?
Wow - We now owned a West Palm Beach RV, I mean Motor Coach. That certainly added some value in my mind. Our dream vehicle was in terrific shape -- for an RV built a quarter of a century ago. Double wow I thought, we could buy historical plates for it and hang out at antique shows or at the museum parking lot.
The saga gets better. The odometer showed 41,000 original miles. Do you suppos it rolled over? The previous owner was a charter boat captain and only used it to sleep in after trips, sometimes with women who were not his wife, we later learned. Tires were new. The generator worked well, as did the AC. The mechanical aspects seemed to check out at least per the live video that was posted on the site. Body good, interior, faded but fine. TV, AC all worked fine. Oh, it was about 40 feet shorter than our dream rig, but at least we could handle the thing. Best of all, the price was a bit lower than the $150k wanted for a new unit. For 9 grand we were totally invested.
A month or so after the sale went down, we flew to Florida to claim our darling POC. Regrets, we had a few, but then again too few to mention. Did I say that?
Actually first impressions were actually favorable. It was delivered to our place on the Florida’s Gulf coast side on a flatbed trailer and left in our lot. It actually looked fine at first glance. There was some fading of upholstery and trim paint needed a good rub out. But all in all we were pleased. We certainly couldn’t bear to report the folly in our thought process. Vanity? Not really - but you know what folks have to say about old folks and our minds.
Our first venture on the road wasa short drive over to the Camping World store 15 miles away. We made it without issues to report.The POC stalled in the parking lot, never to be started again.
A couple thousand dollars later after replacing the fuel pump, changing gas line filters, graining old fuel tanks repairing fuel lines, gas tank lines and a1 total of $1800, the mechanic got our 454 ci v8 running. It purred like a kitten.
We found a storage lot to leave it at until our return in the fall/ As we gave the interior a good check over,we were interrupted by a tribe, herd, flock or nest of HUGE ants we found out were carpenter ot Bull ants by the locals. When I open the storage units under the couch, another fast moving brigade of insects scattered before I could squish a single one. They were roaches on a grand scale and they were marked for extermination asap.
All in all it was time to head north before we knew it. Arrangements were made with an assortment of bug killers, henchmen and other tradesmen to set off insectt bombs,(as many as were required to send a message to the bug kingdoms that we were serious about fighting till the bitter end to reclaim our POC. It will be scrubbed, steamed, vacuum and cleaned meticulously from corner to corner. Mechanical issues will be repaired, body work finished and in the end, we will have a coach worth having. At this stage of my life, I’m hoping for two or three good seasons of enjoyment on the road with our POC
In the meantime, if you have ever dreamed, like we did to own and enjoy an RV for the last few years of your productive life, think of our POC. It goes on the market in October, 2020 or sooner. The price … only $9,000 all cleaned and ready to go, from corner to corner. It will be well taken care of.
If you are interested, I’ll put you on the potential buyer list for our POC. Oh, and by the way, you do know what those letters stand for, don’t you?