The "Silver Fox"
After my unwelcomed introduction, I was still very hesitant on getting to know the "Silver Fox" on a personal level. Scraping mold off the window sills and mopping up mildew from water logged floor boards left me sick in my bedroom with strep throat for a couple of days. Finding needles under the sink, and behind cabinets had me worried about other sicknesses as well. Even so, I loved the challenge and felt compelled to make something of myself and this pile of junk.
I came back from my isolated bed ready to see what this empty shell was made of... To my dismay, the propane hose was cut, and every fuse was blown. Somebody had cut off all signs of life. We had purchased a dead RV.
Within the next week I began thinking of the "Silver Fox" as a job rather than a chore. I found myself going down to hardware stores and talking about propane connections and rv-fuses. It became obvious that with every simple question I asked, the more it looked like I was either going to electricute, or blow myself up. Eventually I overcame every one of my obstacles and earned myself a degree in propane connections and fuse box science.
I had high intensions for the "silver fox,"at this point in time I felt like I was giving her a new heart. This was all she needed to come back to life. With the propane plugged in and fuses in place I raced to the electrical outlets ready to fire this puppy up and check the appliances.
The first sign of life was through l
ight. All of her lamps shinned bright with 12 volt electricity, comming from the fuse box. Reaching up toward the lit control pannel, I turned on the water pump. I heard "verrrr...tut tut..speeeewwccchhhhhhh...." Thinking this was the sound of water running through the copper pipes, I kept my finger on the trigger. It wasn't... Instead water came up from the pump, through a massive crack, and on to my bare floor. Puddles and mildew spots that I tried so hard to dry up with AEG heaters and de-humidifiers came back to life. The disease spread all the way down into the rusted underbelly. Crushed... I kept my composure and spent the rest of the day cutting out "soft spots" in the floor boards.
I came back from my isolated bed ready to see what this empty shell was made of... To my dismay, the propane hose was cut, and every fuse was blown. Somebody had cut off all signs of life. We had purchased a dead RV.
Within the next week I began thinking of the "Silver Fox" as a job rather than a chore. I found myself going down to hardware stores and talking about propane connections and rv-fuses. It became obvious that with every simple question I asked, the more it looked like I was either going to electricute, or blow myself up. Eventually I overcame every one of my obstacles and earned myself a degree in propane connections and fuse box science.
I had high intensions for the "silver fox,"at this point in time I felt like I was giving her a new heart. This was all she needed to come back to life. With the propane plugged in and fuses in place I raced to the electrical outlets ready to fire this puppy up and check the appliances.
The first sign of life was through l
ight. All of her lamps shinned bright with 12 volt electricity, comming from the fuse box. Reaching up toward the lit control pannel, I turned on the water pump. I heard "verrrr...tut tut..speeeewwccchhhhhhh...." Thinking this was the sound of water running through the copper pipes, I kept my finger on the trigger. It wasn't... Instead water came up from the pump, through a massive crack, and on to my bare floor. Puddles and mildew spots that I tried so hard to dry up with AEG heaters and de-humidifiers came back to life. The disease spread all the way down into the rusted underbelly. Crushed... I kept my composure and spent the rest of the day cutting out "soft spots" in the floor boards.
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