Back in September, I posted Stinky Slinky and Miss Sugar, which described our adventure renting a camper trailer (RV). We, and by we I mean Miss Sugar, decided to shop for RVs. She is the chief executive and I am in a role of giving advice and consent to the decisions. So we went together to shop for RVs.
We found a real good deal. By purchasing our used RV trailer “as is,” we not only lowered the purchase price but slyly avoided the complication of bringing it back pursuant to a warranty. We prefer to pay for repairs ourselves and leave out the middleman.
I have previously described my vast experience of hooking up horse trailers, so you will not be surprised that I waived any assistance from the dealer when we paid for the RV trailer. What kind of a cowboy would accept advice from an RV salesman concerning the proper manner to hook up ANYTHING to MY PICKUP? “Just point me the way,” I says, “and I will hook up and head for home.” Which, by the way, I did, pretty much successfully. I say pretty much successfully, because Miss Sugar pointed out one petty little failure on my part, which was that I left the little wheel below the hitch where it was. Well, not where it was when it was on the ground in the dealership lot. I raised it a few inches above the roads so we drove home on the Interstate Highway without it scraping the highway at a high rate of speed. However, I did not properly calculate the height necessary to drive over a speed bump in the McDonalds parking lot, nor the portions of our very own lane where a wheel placed where I had placed our trailer hitch wheel scraped bottom. But in case you are wondering, I did not even bend it and, anyway, after we got home, Miss Sugar figured out how to remove it during times of travel.
That was not the only thing Miss Sugar figured out. She studied the the owners’ manual and joined an RV forum on the internet. She cleaned the trailer and contacted a man to come show us how to work all the RV devices. In case you are worried that I did not pull my weight, let me recount that it was ME who carried a mattress to exchange with the mattress in the trailer and it was ME who hooked up the water hose and plugged in the electric cord. It was the handy man, who, in demonstrating how everything worked, uncomfortably pointed out that not everything did work. Who needs the water pump to actually operate? We decided that we did, so we paid our new friend to replace it. And we also elected to replace the corroded battery cable and fuse socket. As I said above, we preferred to pay $500 for those repairs rather than, as fools do, use a warranty.
And another thing, had we not bought the RV “as is,” the dealer would have cleaned out the “black tank.” For the uninitiated, the black tank is the self-contained sewer of the RV, if you will. What this means is that rather than allow the dealer to deal with the waste of those who traded in the trailer, we got to empty it. Now in an RV park, there is a place to hook up the stinky slinky hose. On our ranch we neglected to install RV hook up facilities. Consequently, Miss Sugar gladly emptied the fecal matter of strangers into buckets so that we were able to fertilize a portion of our property. Most RV buyers don’t think of that bonus. They are not professional negotiators such as me. I am a lawyer. I have been around you know. I can sling the sh-t, figuratively and literally.
I am available, for a reasonable fee, to serve as a consultant for those of you contemplating the purchase of an RV camper trailer. I will help you get a real good deal.