Isn’t it funny how you can develop a close bond with an old car?
Of course in my case, it’s not a car – it’s a Recreational Vehicle (an “RV” we call it in the biz). I bought two used RVs last summer in preparation for the barefoot run across the country. One would house me and my family and the other would (try to) contain the crew.
I couldn’t afford brand new, so I bought two well-loved Majestic RVs from a Cruise America dealership outside Washington D.C. Ben and Luke flew down and picked the beasts up, driving them about 12 hours back to Vermont. They made it one piece without breaking down. “We’re off to a good start,” I thought.
A few weeks later, the crew and I went on a week-long test run through New Hampshire. We made it to Keene, NH the first day and parked the twins in a Wal-Mart parking lot. The thermometer topped out at 90 degrees that day. At about 3 p.m. the generator on the crew RV went pffftt putttput brrrbbll pfttttttt, and died. No air conditioning and no power.
That was Day 1.
Over the course of the next 4 months, “Crew” and “Family” — those were our nicknames for the Majestic RVs — would give us all manner of pain and pleasure. There were the good times: playing cards all night in Crew, or enjoying a pleasant night’s sleep on the double bed in the rear of family. There were the bad times: driving Family to the closest RV repair shop about 2 hours away from our location in rural West Virginia to get a new starter for the generator.
But the ups and downs are what solidifies a bond between man and machine. That ‘ol Majestic RV parked on my front lawn is part of the family now.
P.S. All the repairs to the RVs come out of my pocket. That new starter for the generator? Well, it wasn’t cheap. But for just $5, you can feed a kid at Covenant House in New York City a warm meal. Can you help? Please head to http://www.runtellmanrun.com/donate right now.