Friday Was Not Our Best Day

Josh, The tire guy

When we last spoke we were sitting on the side of US 30, and our left front tire was extremely flat but, as Kenny pointed out, only on the one side. We were waiting for Coachnet road service to dispatch a truck to replace our tire. We pick up the story there:
Within the hour our new best friend Josh the tire guy pulls up, wanders around on the edge of highway traffic and installs a new tire. There is a hole in the tread on the damaged one about the size of my little finger. I had been passing a couple of trucks when it blew, thanks to my Steer Safe I was able to get over to the far right shoulder with absolutely zero problem.
That day  we had been travelling with Bob and Marjorie  but at a corner a few miles before his Garmin GPS took him north while our Garmin took us south. They will wait for us further up the road. An hour after we are back on the highway we meet up and travel together (Bob is now leading, we are all following his GPS) as we make our way through Detroit to the Canadian border.
At roughly 4 or 5pm we are crossing into Canada and while coming through a really tight chute at  Canada customs I get just a little too close to the barrier on the right side of the coach.

The tire story cost us about $700, now cheap compared to this latest tale which will probably be closer to $7,000 or more. I am certainly thankful we have insurance, and I hope it does it’s “as promised” thing.

There’s traffic zipping all around at the border and it’s Good Friday so we carry on and spend the night at a Windsor Wal-mart. I report the accident to our insurance company.

Saturday morning we are up at it early and bright and at shortly after noon we are back at 50 Point, jacks down, slides out. We are home and it feels so good!

Most of the doors on the right side of our home are screwed. I can’t get them open, so if I do force them open I will never get them closed. Miraculously, the door that hides the beer fridge works just fine. Marilyn, bless her heart, goes out and buys me a two-four. For my international readers; a two-four is a slang Canadian term for either a 24 pack of beer or the holday weekend in May, as in May two-four (May 24th).

Yeah, I know we talk funny, but you should hear what you sound like, eh?

That's the end of that story.

11 thoughts on “Friday Was Not Our Best Day

  1. Certainly not a good day at all for you guys. They say bad things happen in threes and you have had all three in the last week. Muffler, tire and that kinda large scratch in the side. Time to park that beast for a while. Enjoy that two-four!

  2. Ouch that must have hurt!!! At least you are back in 50 Point and it looks like there is some green grass and you have a two four to help with the pain.

  3. Ouch, thankfully you have steer safe and thankfully more damage wasn’t done to the side of the coach!

    Have a great Easter


  4. opps some scratch , back into the expensive beer , wine and gas…..that will hurt , we are just 2 weeks behind you for heading north……enjoy your summer , maybe see you next year Nancy

  5. Maybe someone was telling you to stay in the US!
    Hope your Easter was a great reunion with the kids and your two-four made you feel alittle better. Miss you guys!

  6. Once upon a time, when the class A that we owned was on the rental fleet at….(y’know, at that OTHER dealership over there on Eastport drive?) they rented it out to a fellow who managed to not only do a number on one side of the coach after hitting a line of those stupid barriers, but he then overreacted and pranged the other side too. What a mess. I think maybe speed was a factor. Among other things.
    The thing is, it was never really fixed properly, since I could see how the storage boxes hadn’t been properly straightened. From the outside it looked fine and dandy. They had to replace the entry door too. Like I said, it was a mess.
    If you looked down the side of the coach, you could also see where the wall had a slight wrinkle in it as well, which they missed. Oy.
    Hopefully your buddies up at that better RV dealership can sort it out for you. Sucks that it’s where you live though? Well, there’s the money end of it too, but just tell yourself that it’s only a “thing”, and as long as you guys are OK, then that’s all that counts.

  7. Mucho Gracias for all the encouraging comments. Yes, it’s good to be home and it was certainly great to reunite with the kids. I’m kinda looking forward to a few months of no big drives. I’ll bet my thoughts change over the summer though.

  8. Welcome home guys….safe and mostly sound of mind….the roads (and especially tight/narrow border crossing installations) can be quite unfriendly to RVers. I think we all have a legacy experience or two that relate to your recent misfortunes. You must have cleared your head & cleaned up your language b4 writing this recent note (if your blog was written by me, my words would have contained a few (no, alot) of “blue” language.
    Can’t wait to catch up with you soon!!

  9. Let’s just hope being home will erase the scar of crossing back into Canada. We almost did the same thing last year at Port Huron so know what you mean when you say tight chute.

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