I came, I saw, I paid, I left, It died, It lived again, it died.
- -The unit was in better shape than I imagined on the outside, fresh Imron
paint, new tires, airbags okay.
- -The Onan started easily, dash air okay, electrical needed work. Interior
mostly original but tired.
- -Had a bit of trouble with the starter, required two vehicles and the
onboard battery to turn it over but it started easily.
Ran down the road to the DMV to get temporary plates (Driveaway plates in
Illinoisspeak) on my way to my brothers place
in Detroit for a once over before the trek back to Connecticut. Like a
fool, in my hurry to make the DMV by closing, I shut off
the engine. Missed the DMV as well. The previous owner came to my
assistance and jumped me and I cruised along on 80/94.
She ran great. Lots of noise from the cabinet doors which were hanging by
one screw and the loose trim. Ran her at about
72. Suddenly near Kalamazoo, the engine just shut down. She coasted
smoothly for about a mile and I was able to pull her
over to the shoulder. My ideas:1) Bad gas in the tank and a clogged
filter, electrical problem (The headlights seemed to have failed and I was
having a random winshield wiper and sprayer activation) or the ignition
module. No strange sounds or other signs of a more sinister problem.
Of course, it was raining.
My brother in the chase vehicle (a Cadillac STS because he is single and
can afford it) and I sat in the coach and waited for the promised tow
truck. Suddenly there was a man standing in the doorway checking out the
GMC. I assumed he was the tow operator, though he was dressed a bit too
neat. He told asked me how long I had owned my GMC and pointed out his
sitting on the shoulder on the other side of the six lane interstate. I
told him five hours. Then he asked me if I was Ron. I was shocked. It was
your friend and my new guardian angel, Paul. He had read about my
adventure on this site. Seems he lives a few miles down the road and was
having a new awning installed. Just happened by. I have read about the
comraderie and mutual aid that you provide to each other (eg the recent
power steering pump from heaven) and wrote it off as dumb luck. I had
owned the coach for five hours and already had someone help me out.
The coach is resting comfortably at Woodwards Garage which apparently is
used by several local GMC owners. They are fixing her up for me and I will
fly back out to get her in the next week or two. Then I will start my
adventure again, with "black list" in hand, knowing that, wherever I am, I
am not alone. Soon, my name will be on that list.
Thanks,
RON
73 Painted Desert
73 Triumph (half restored)
Honda CRX-Si with half a rebuilt engine
77 Bayliner not running
Half built addtion to the house.
Not-as-understanding-wife-as-I-had-on-Friday
- -The unit was in better shape than I imagined on the outside, fresh Imron
paint, new tires, airbags okay.
- -The Onan started easily, dash air okay, electrical needed work. Interior
mostly original but tired.
- -Had a bit of trouble with the starter, required two vehicles and the
onboard battery to turn it over but it started easily.
Ran down the road to the DMV to get temporary plates (Driveaway plates in
Illinoisspeak) on my way to my brothers place
in Detroit for a once over before the trek back to Connecticut. Like a
fool, in my hurry to make the DMV by closing, I shut off
the engine. Missed the DMV as well. The previous owner came to my
assistance and jumped me and I cruised along on 80/94.
She ran great. Lots of noise from the cabinet doors which were hanging by
one screw and the loose trim. Ran her at about
72. Suddenly near Kalamazoo, the engine just shut down. She coasted
smoothly for about a mile and I was able to pull her
over to the shoulder. My ideas:1) Bad gas in the tank and a clogged
filter, electrical problem (The headlights seemed to have failed and I was
having a random winshield wiper and sprayer activation) or the ignition
module. No strange sounds or other signs of a more sinister problem.
Of course, it was raining.
My brother in the chase vehicle (a Cadillac STS because he is single and
can afford it) and I sat in the coach and waited for the promised tow
truck. Suddenly there was a man standing in the doorway checking out the
GMC. I assumed he was the tow operator, though he was dressed a bit too
neat. He told asked me how long I had owned my GMC and pointed out his
sitting on the shoulder on the other side of the six lane interstate. I
told him five hours. Then he asked me if I was Ron. I was shocked. It was
your friend and my new guardian angel, Paul. He had read about my
adventure on this site. Seems he lives a few miles down the road and was
having a new awning installed. Just happened by. I have read about the
comraderie and mutual aid that you provide to each other (eg the recent
power steering pump from heaven) and wrote it off as dumb luck. I had
owned the coach for five hours and already had someone help me out.
The coach is resting comfortably at Woodwards Garage which apparently is
used by several local GMC owners. They are fixing her up for me and I will
fly back out to get her in the next week or two. Then I will start my
adventure again, with "black list" in hand, knowing that, wherever I am, I
am not alone. Soon, my name will be on that list.
Thanks,
RON
73 Painted Desert
73 Triumph (half restored)
Honda CRX-Si with half a rebuilt engine
77 Bayliner not running
Half built addtion to the house.
Not-as-understanding-wife-as-I-had-on-Friday
