And what’s more, I’ve got proof—so let me explain.
A couple of months ago, my husband and I decided to sell our RV and buy a house. We spent many great years on the road, and it was a tough decision. But it was time. Especially in light of the pandemic.
So, we listed our beloved vehicle on RV Trader. The coach which had served as our home was soon to belong to someone else.
Here’s the backstory. Several months before, we’d had a problem with the slide outs—just when we needed to get on the road, but the Tiffin technician told my husband which wires to jiggle. Since Joe is a certified RV tech himself, he fixed it, and we figured that was it.
One of the first lookers notified us he’d be at the RV park in a couple of hours. I spent most of the time getting the inside spick and span then Joe brought the slides in to exercise them. Twelve minutes before the potential buyer was to arrive, Joe pressed the button to bring them out again. Sure enough, nothing. They wouldn’t go.
He went outside and jiggled the same wires. Nothing happened. Five minutes before arrival time and we panicked. No one would want to buy an RV whose slides didn’t work.
Time was up, and a car approached our spot at the RV park. One last time, Joe pressed the buttons.
Hum. The sound of the slides going out sounded like joyful music. The potential buyer got out of his car, knocked on our door, and toured the RV.
PS: the RV eventually sold, but that man wasn’t the buyer, and the slides never acted up again.