PUG
Pug
All RVers have times we would rather not talk about but I have found the best person to make fun of is myself. Not only am I easy to pick on but sometimes I think it might give someone else a good laugh or maybe even help them from pulling one of my bone head tricks.
I purchased a Heartland Cyclone toy hauler about six years ago. I had never owned any kind of a RV trl before or even a camper. My biggest camping item was a four person tent and my wife said no more tents or she was staying home. We researched RVs for months prior to retiring but one think I wasn't going to do was to buy some little trl and six months later trade up to a larger one which seemed to be what people did. Go for broke. Just buy the biggest thing you can afford that fits your needs. We found that the Heartland 3950 met our needs of size and I insisted on a toy hauler to haul my dirt bikes, street bike and or four wheeler.
We found one in Rigby Idaho (one heck of a cold place) and went over and looked it over. Looked good to our novice eyes so we bought it. The dealer runs me though everything on how it works. He checked all of the plumbing for leaks, checked pumps etc and winterized the coach. This was all done inside a nice heated shop. When we hooked it up and pulled it outside he took the sewer caps off and opened the valves to dump the water out onto the parking lot (about 4 inches of ice). He then put the caps back on.
We get home back to Boise and decide February is as good of time as any to head south to Tucson where my brother (the idiot one) was with his motorhome. I put a little traveling water in the tank and light the furnace to keep some heat on to keep it from freezing. Well we head south and stop a couple of times dry camping, using the facilities which is a pretty natural function I have heard.
We arrive in nice warm Tucson, get backed into our space and start hooking things up. Idiot brother, my wife, and a helpful neighbor were there adding their confusion to the process. We got the electricity hooked up and all checked out fine. We hooked up the city water source and flushed out the anti freeze, filled the water heater, etc. which all was fine.
Next comes the sewer hose hookup. Idiot was standing there coaching me telling me I had to remove the sewer cap and hook the big floppy hose to it and then to the drain. That would have all been fine but of course everyone thought the valve was shut. I mean everyone always shuts the valve right? I think the service guy at the dealership was getting even at me for asking so many stupid novice questions.
Ok squatting down and directly in front of the cap I remove the cap and immediately get hit directly in the center of my chest with a full four inch stream of piddle, brown trout, and toilet paper. It knocks we flat on my *** with no end in site. I get to my feet and start trying to put the cap back on. (to stupid to shut the valve off) The juices are squirting all over the place but I get'r back on to show those people who were rolling on the ground laughing. I turn around to them and here I am all soaking wet, patches of brown stains and stuff stuck all over me and toilet paper stuck to my forehead and hanging off my ears.
These so called helpers did not want a hug from me but did offer to hose me off throughly outside.
This was my very first time of setting up a RV and I guarantee I have not made that mistake again. Of course idiot brother has to tell everyone and I mean everyone about this little goof up.
I purchased a Heartland Cyclone toy hauler about six years ago. I had never owned any kind of a RV trl before or even a camper. My biggest camping item was a four person tent and my wife said no more tents or she was staying home. We researched RVs for months prior to retiring but one think I wasn't going to do was to buy some little trl and six months later trade up to a larger one which seemed to be what people did. Go for broke. Just buy the biggest thing you can afford that fits your needs. We found that the Heartland 3950 met our needs of size and I insisted on a toy hauler to haul my dirt bikes, street bike and or four wheeler.
We found one in Rigby Idaho (one heck of a cold place) and went over and looked it over. Looked good to our novice eyes so we bought it. The dealer runs me though everything on how it works. He checked all of the plumbing for leaks, checked pumps etc and winterized the coach. This was all done inside a nice heated shop. When we hooked it up and pulled it outside he took the sewer caps off and opened the valves to dump the water out onto the parking lot (about 4 inches of ice). He then put the caps back on.
We get home back to Boise and decide February is as good of time as any to head south to Tucson where my brother (the idiot one) was with his motorhome. I put a little traveling water in the tank and light the furnace to keep some heat on to keep it from freezing. Well we head south and stop a couple of times dry camping, using the facilities which is a pretty natural function I have heard.
We arrive in nice warm Tucson, get backed into our space and start hooking things up. Idiot brother, my wife, and a helpful neighbor were there adding their confusion to the process. We got the electricity hooked up and all checked out fine. We hooked up the city water source and flushed out the anti freeze, filled the water heater, etc. which all was fine.
Next comes the sewer hose hookup. Idiot was standing there coaching me telling me I had to remove the sewer cap and hook the big floppy hose to it and then to the drain. That would have all been fine but of course everyone thought the valve was shut. I mean everyone always shuts the valve right? I think the service guy at the dealership was getting even at me for asking so many stupid novice questions.
Ok squatting down and directly in front of the cap I remove the cap and immediately get hit directly in the center of my chest with a full four inch stream of piddle, brown trout, and toilet paper. It knocks we flat on my *** with no end in site. I get to my feet and start trying to put the cap back on. (to stupid to shut the valve off) The juices are squirting all over the place but I get'r back on to show those people who were rolling on the ground laughing. I turn around to them and here I am all soaking wet, patches of brown stains and stuff stuck all over me and toilet paper stuck to my forehead and hanging off my ears.
These so called helpers did not want a hug from me but did offer to hose me off throughly outside.
This was my very first time of setting up a RV and I guarantee I have not made that mistake again. Of course idiot brother has to tell everyone and I mean everyone about this little goof up.