This is Part 2 of the Clan of the Camper Van
The excitement of meeting this iron maiden was offset by the rigor of a red-eye flight and the trepidation that she could be hiding under that beautiful façade a jackpot of misery from almost 20 years of inertia.
We were off!
And then we were not. The telltale smell of something burning, followed by the comment, “We’ve got a shimmy,” at only 24-miles in put us on the side of the road in search of a tow truck. In a brilliant stroke of luck, we coasted to a HOT stop on the doorstep of a local, family-run mechanic who had the time to fit us in and a lift big enough to get this heavy girl off the ground. <what luck!> Unloaded she tips the scales at 7,400 lbs.
Broke Down and Blue: The Sportmobile and her first mechanical issue.
It was an unexpected $1,000+ bill right out of the gate. And we had to use Delco parts in a Ford, but got a two-year guarantee coast-to-coast and a brand new set of front brakes. Thank you, Michael at Tool Time. We were back on the road in just under 4 hours. Can you believe it?
We arrived at our first destination of Hockessin, Delaware (think DuPont) so tired I could barely speak, but not too tired to grab a beer before we tucked in for the night.