I'm amused by how many people ask me if I think the RV will make it. My answer is and always will be of course it will. On one level I believe that anything can be fixed, be it a temporary repair or a permanent mend. I have enough belief in my own abilities that I don't worry about breakdowns. The pile of replacement parts I will have on hand along with the tools I will have will be more than adequate to repair all but the most catastrophic failures. I have figured in my budget funds for tires and a radiator if the need arises.
On another level, and you may laugh, I just know the RV won't let me down. I have a feeling for these things. Once I walked into the RV I got a sense that I belonged there, a good feeling. And I still get that every time I work on it or spend time in it.
I have had vehicles in the past that I just knew would be a problem and as it turned out I was right. You may say that I was already in that mindset and no matter what vehicle it was it was going to be trouble. That may be, but most of the difficulties were mechanical or electrical and never anything like an annoying squeak.
Thankfully, I didn't have a lot of those vehicles and I never drove them far.
Truth is, if you listen to your car and take care of it, you will never get stranded.
You should also talk to it nicely.
Every time I go up to work on it the first thing I do is start it up and listen. The Chrysler 360 has a sound of it's own. I can hear the tiny high pitch squeak of the belt I'm going to replace, the air rushing through the two barrel carburetor, the sparks arcing in the distributor as it races around. I can see the pistons and crank moving and the lifters rapidly cycling. The exhaust has a nice deep note.
Once it warms up it smooths out and purrs like a kitten. I let it warm up to operating temperature and then shut it down. Soon I will be driving it every weekend to shake out the chassis.
Every day I get a little closer.
Where were you when I had that P.O.S. 2000 KIA Sephia? That thing blew the oil filter clean off once, dumped the whole load of oil twice more, one of those times on my brand new, dug up, re-graded, hot topped driveway, 30 minutes before Scott Larocca's dad's funeral (so I was wearing a full suit). I had it towed to the dealer after that, they claimed nothing was wrong with the pump or the engine block, I bet them it would not make it back to my house. They didn't take the bet, but the alternator let go a mile before my house. I had it towed back there again, said I am not getting in that car ever again, I want the stereo out of it (it was a bangin' after market), and I'm buying something else right now. I bought a Honda Civic off their lot.
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