Our RV Adventures

well, no news, I guess. Which is what we heard about our RV repairs today.  But I wasn’t really expecting anything until later this week anyway.

I like to drive fast.

Jan can attest to that. But not in the RV of course. That’s 55 – 60 mph all the way. But on the track, and on west Texas roads, it’s another matter.

Back in the day, I raced SCCA in my very souped-up ‘65 Triumph Spitfire and hit a little over 140 mph on the track. Above that, the front end got a little squirrely. But I did have the pleasure of beating a couple of Vette’s when I was running in the Unlimited Class.

And when we were dating, I did ‘test drive’ Jan once, hitting over 120 on a long deserted stretch of Florida four-lane highway. When she didn’t scream or faint, I decided she was the one for me.

And actually I’ve been faster than that. In 1966 and 1967 I took both the Basic Road Racing and the Advanced Road Racing Classes at Bob Bondurant’s Racing School when it used to be at the Atlanta Raceway in Georgia, to get my SCCA Racing License.

But part of the fun was the final exam, where we got to take a Porsche (or Porsche ‘Ah’ as Alan says) out on the road track and had to match or beat a specific time during one of three tries. I passed the second time, and was clocked at over 160 on the straights. But with all this background in speed, and still feeling the ‘need’ now and then, I’m often amazed, and sometimes ‘scared’ by Houston drivers.

Coming home from Louisiana this past Monday night about 11pm, I’m on I-10 passing through downtown Houston, and doing about 70. Of course the speed limit is 60 mph, and it’s been raining, but no one else seems to care. And even driving 70 I’m the slowpoke of the bunch, with people passing me on both sides, sometimes flashing their lights, apparently because I’m in the way and slowing them down. Most were doing 80-85, but I swear that some were bumping up against 100 mph.

Makes me think the Texas State Motto shouldn’t be ‘Friendship’, but maybe should be ‘Punch it, Margaret’.

And on that note, how in the heck is one word a ‘motto’? That should be the the Texas State Word, if anything. I contend that it takes at least two words to make a motto.

‘Be Prepared!’ Now that’s a motto.

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Which for us means we’ll probably plan on picking up the rig on Tuesday. Don’t know where that leaves Sunday.

I heard from Gary, the Big Wheel service rep this afternoon and he said the new fan motor should be here tomorrow or Friday. They’ve already got the old one out and confirmed what I thought. Not only is the motor leaking, but the top hose coming into it had been rubbing against the top of the motor mounting bracket, and was actually starting to weep fluid a little.

So he’s already got a new hose made and ready to install when the motor goes in. In addition, he’s reworked the u-joints on the driveshaft due to excessive wear.

And he’s going to pressure wash the underneath and rear of the rig which are pretty much covered in hydraulic fluid.

What a deal!  Now I just have to wait and see how much all this is going to cost me.

Either way, we’ll pick up the rig on Tuesday, make the 95 mile trip to Poche’s RV Park in Breaux Bridge to spend the night, using that as a test drive so we don’t get too far away in case of a problem. Then Wednesday we come on in to the Lake Conroe TT.

But due to shortened time schedule, we’ll only be there until Sunday when we’ll move back over to Colorado River TT. Then we’ll be back on  our normal two week schedule.

This morning Jan and I drove down to Webster to do some computer work for an old client who apparently wants me back. But we’ll see.

While we were down there, Jan and I had lunch at our favorite King Food. Hot & Sour Soup, Hot  & Spicy Garlic Chicken with Jalapenos, XXXXXXXX spicy. YUM!

Tomorrow I’m going to make another trip back down there for some more work, but unfortunately won’t have time for King Food, especially with Jan staying at Brandi’s this time.

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