We finally did it, we bought an RV. It’s a 1991 Holiday Rambler and it’s all ours. It’s old, but it was in great condition and we got a good deal.
When we looked at this motorhome we were immediately impressed by how clean the inside was. We could tell it had been well taken care of. It started right up and everything seemed ok. We knew ahead of time that we would need all new tires and a number of other things. The electrical is only 30 amp due to the age and the inside is cramped and dated, but we had planned to remodel whatever we got.
We tried to call a mobile RV mechanic to inspect it before we bought it, but here in Arizona it’s snowbird season AKA peak RV season and no one was answering. Two other people were scheduled to look at the RV and we didn’t want to miss out, so we went straight to the bank. We tried to withdraw the money and were met with “I don’t have that kind of cash”. My husband and I laughed, we thought the bank teller was joking, but she just looked at us, she wasn’t kidding. We ended up with a cashiers check. By the time all was said and done we had a 37 foot RV to drive home 51 miles in big city Friday afternoon rush hour traffic. Let’s keep in mind neither one of us have driven an RV…..and we needed to get gas.
So there we were driving around downtown on tiny streets in traffic, him driving the RV, me following in the Jeep. We made it to a gas station and thanks to team work successfully backed up the 37 foot beast and pulled up to the gas pump. The pull away, well not as successful, back end sway bumped the concrete post at the gas pump leaving a minor fender bender. No big deal, there was already a dent there from the previous owner that I pointed to before we bought the RV and jokingly stated “Who cares, I’m sure we will do that within the first week of owning it”…..well make that the first day.
We left the gas station with me leading in the Jeep trying to navigate the safest way home with the least traffic. We drove as much as we could on side roads, but if you have ever used GPS on a smart phone you know that it really wants you to take main streets and get on the freeway. Then my phone died and instead of getting lost taking us who knows where, I did a crazy thing and led us onto the freeway in bumper to bumper traffic. It took us forever, and I mean forever, to get home, but we made it safely.
Did I mention we have no where to store the RV? We didn’t plan on buying it that day, we thought we would have at least a day to call storage places. So there we were with a 37 foot RV, no where to store it, and no idea where we were going to live in it. Luckily there is a small side street off of the freeway near where we live where semi trucks park to sleep, so we parked it there while we devised a plan. What was the brilliant plan I came up with? Go pick up the dogs and have a slumber party at Wal-Mart! So that’s what we did, we got the dogs, went back to the RV, and drove it to Wal-Mart. There were about three other RVs camping out in the parking lot for the night, although I’m guessing they didn’t live a few miles down the road.
First thing Saturday morning we called repair shops and found one, thank goodness.This solved a couple problems, now we had somewhere to store the RV for a bit while we looked for somewhere to live in it and we were getting it inspected to make sure it is road safe. The drive to the repair shop was nerve wracking, I followed in the Jeep and could smell burning rubber. I crossed my fingers we’d make it without blowing a tire and we did. Now we are just waiting for the verdict. Hoping we made a good purchase and don’t have to sell this one and try again.