Do you ever wonder what distinguishes a moving home (RV) from a stationary one (Stixandbrix)?
- Plumbing?
- Heating?
- Roof?
- Wood floors?
Nope, nope, nope, nope.
Brakes. The thing moves. What goes forward must stand still. You need brakes.
Well, we don’t have ‘em. No brakes since we arrived at Imperial Dam north of Yuma in December. What’s wrong with this trailer anyway? We towed it to Quartzsite to a mechanic, who couldn’t find nothin’. Then to our current park north of Phoenix, moving with care.
Since then, I have poked the trailer wiring and hired another mechanic for the same. Latter fella replaced a fuse in the truck and pronounced all was well in the trailer and truck.
Except when I tested it a few days ago, just to be sure, prior to our impending departure, nothing had changed. No brakes.
A trip to the Ford dealer to check the truck brake controller. “Nothin’ wrong with your truck Mister. It’s always the trailer.”
Except now a neighbor and I have determined that fault lies in the truck. Steaming mad, I was, ‘cause that dealer didn’t know and didn’t even try.
Now I feel confident that I can get the brakes fixed at a new dealer on Thursday. OK!
Except today the refrigerator door fell off the hinges.
Hence the title of this post.
Don’t you wish you had an RV?
Bruce
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