The Eugene Curse Continues

Regular readers of this blog, meaning Jenna and I and miscreants sentenced to harsh public service, know that we must always stop for repairs when traveling through Eugene Oregon.

It is ever thus.

This time we needed new parts for one of our hydraulic jacks, i.e. cylinder and valve.  Seems I been a'talking about the hydraulic system a lot...years actually.  Don't expect this focus to end anytime soon.  We have an appointment in September for another part of that system.

Starting out from Collier Park, we couldn't.  We needed a tow truck to leave .  One of the jacks wouldn't move. A control wire had come loose, the result of my efforts to stem the flow of leaking fluid.  If the jack won't move, we can't hitch up, or unhitch.  Tow truck arrived without the bottle jacks I specified.  Friend and I jacked it up.

And so it began.

The following day, we returned to the dealer who last year moved the table that hit the basement switch that opened the awning that hit the city bus.  We are both forgiving and stupid.

For this visit:

First they said they would not risk using jacks to raise the trailer to unhitch.  Too dangerous.  I used their jacks to unhitch.

Then they said that could not install the jack cylinders, as they did not have the right equipment.  What?!

Then they said that the hydraulic company did not authorize installation of the valve alone.  Bogus!

Then they said that the new valve did not fit.  "No, I didn't say that valve is leaking.  This valve is leaking.  See the fluid?"

Then they bypassed the wiring for the new valve without telling us, disabling part of the function of the hydraulic system.  You think I wouldn't notice?

Then they said that we must return next week for several days to install the wiring correctly.  I promptly fixed it correctly in 10 minutes.

Then we left, never to return to that dealer again.

From there, we returned for some relaxation time to the mall where we were dry camping.  Until 9:30pm when the security guard told us to move to another part of the parking lot...immediately.  They needed to use our area for an event the next morning.  Likely they had planned that event more than 2 days before we arrived.  The event had not started when we left the next morning.

Just a typical day for us in Eugene.

Bruce