For six weeks her life has hung in the balance. Lovely. Imposing. Inspiring. But dead in her carport. Her fine battery was not enough. Her RV road assistance was virtually useless. This area doesn't have RV service centers. Then, three long days ago one very professional, very handsome Mobile Mechanic, from a town 30 miles away, pulled into her driveway. Rested and refreshed from his own vacation, he listened, looked, and found which particular glitch had kept her mute. Came back with that part the very next day.
Hot dang, I have taken good care of my RV! One $100 Crank Position Sensor and $200 for labor and she is back on the road!
Now, for all who would like an interior view...
under her sink
in the A/C unit on her roof
Hey. All is forgiven. My beloved is out of hibernation!
Now, does she look 18 years old?
Next month she and I will ramble through Maine, tasting its coastal breezes, coming to rest for a spell in perfect union with the tides on the Bay of Fundy. Until then, she is off getting her engine and undercarriage tweaked and primed at a Mechanic's twenty miles from here. But when she returns, I'll wipe her innards clean, pick the nest out of her A/C, and polish her exterior. And then, if the mice stopped chewing shy of her water lines and wires, I will commence her packing.
Now, another peek at her interior...
How can one NOT spread happiness wherever she goes?!!