Sometimes I feel like my life is that movie Groundhog Day, where the guy lived the same day over and over and over. Today was a repeat of our first day of riding in '08, where we lost the tranny in our Yukon. So yes, we lost the tranny in our motorhome today. It took all morning and most of the afternoon to find a garage and get the motorhome there. Luckily, we were able to drive it in, but we had to leave our cycling route behind, as we had to drive 140 miles in order to find a reliable shop.
As the man was under the motorhome to access the problems, Mel & I were inside packing to throw everything into a rental vehicle. David steps into the motorhome and suddenly there was a loud "pop" and the rig began moving forward. David tries to hold the side of the rig at the open door dragging his feet shouting "brakes, brakes" as we were drifting toward a truck nicely parked in their lot. Mel grabs the dogs so they don't jump out and I dove for the brake. We stopped only 4' from the truck. The really crazy thing is, the man under the rig is the one who caused it to move as he removed the bolt from the driveline, so it didn't matter it was set in "park." He was fast enough to think to grab the frame and drag himself along with the rig, otherwise his legs would have been crushed by the back tires. Crazy, crazy, crazy. And all we wanted to do was ride bikes!!!
We are now at a friends home til the rig is ready Wed or Thur. We plan to ride around here.
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