Why is this post untitled you ask? It's because the last post was our first hiccup entry, and since we've just had our second hiccup, I don't want to set a precedent for every entry from here on out. Every subsequent hiccup will have to deal with being a regular entry, and not get top billing. Deal with it, hiccup prima donnas.
Anyway, before I get too off topic (I know, too late), we have decided to name our coach JJ. I'll even tell you why, since you asked so nicely. JJ stands for Jehovah Jireh, which means, for all you non-Hebrew speaking people (myself included...I had to google it), "The Lord will provide". I had thought about naming the coach a few other things before hand, but this one seemed appropriate. Other contenders were Rolling Thunder, and Emeril. Rolling Thunder for obvious reasons (the sounds an RV makes while driving down the road are horrendous, for those that have never driven one). Emeril was a bit more subtle. For those Food Network fans out there that remember Emeril Lagasse's show, he would spice up some of his dishes with the trademark "BAM!" That is kinda what happens when you're driving an RV up a hill...you're going along, and BAM, the transmission shifts into SUPER GAS GUZZLING PASSING GEAR MODE, which is not only realllllly annoying, but eats a hole through your wallet. In the end, JJ sounded better, was definitely true (because God provided big time), and wasn't a reminder that RVs are in fact giant money pits.
So back to the hiccup. We had a fabulous weekend planned. We were going to Zooland Family campground near Asheboro, NC with some friends of ours. Mellie was running our generator to cool down the coach and chill the fridge for the food we were taking. All was well for about 6 hours, then the generator stopped. No biggie, except she couldn't get it to start afterwards. I come home about an hour later, try to restart the genny, to no avail. We hear some clicking sounds, go outside to investigate, smell smoke, and watch our weekend plans drift into the atmosphere as our transfer switch is toasted. If that's not the suck, I don't know what is. But wait! Could it be that this doohickey is repairable? Maybe, maybe not. I work my electrician magic on it, disconnect some wires, do a bunch of other technical stuff that would read a lot like blah blah blah so I won't post it, and we're off! WOOHOO, MAH HERO and all that. At least I thought.
After a 2 1/2 hour drive to the campsite, we hop on out, ready to get our camp on. It's too bad that we have no power getting to the RV. It seems that some of the melted slag pile that was our transfer switch was important to being able to get the go-go juice to the RV electrical systems, and with it gone, the rest of the system is the equivalent of a paper weight, only stinkier. This is the part where we said drat, shuckey darn, and in general started sounding a lot like the old cartoon character Yosemite Sam. At least our friends had a grill that wasn't electric so we had a tasty Bubba Burger and hopped back into the coach for the 2 1/2 hour drive back home. All was not lost though. I think we're in the running for the Guiness Book of World Records for the shortest camping trip EVAH! So we got that going for us...which is nice...
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