One of many Terrible RV experiences

I always thought that the problem rested in the rusted bowels of our own Tioga Montara. The truth is, RV's break down. All of them do. That's what the RV is designed for, to shit out on you in the middle of camelfucking nowhere. Even the ones passing by on the highway that look like spaceships, the ones kept clean, those with shiny wheels. You end up passing them three hours later. The Tioga is not one of the nice specimens. I think it was made in 1987, a date that corresponds to my birth, funny enough. Our worst shit out came on the tail end of our East Coast Tour. We were almost home and the noises started. Well, we took a couple of pictures. The first one, here, is Travis beside the Tioga in a Pep Boys parking lot. Our thinking ran like this: If we park right in front of the place, they'll be more likely to help us get the thing running. It worked.



The mechanic that fixed us up. Nice guy. And he wasn't weirded out that I wanted a picture.