"As Long as You’re Self-Contained"

Just as I hit publish on that last post, the mechanic/tower came to see me to ask if I’d spoken to the insurance company. I explained that because of the time zone difference, nothing is going to happen today and that I think I could be here till into next week because I’m not paying for anything until an adjuster takes a look at everything. He said that’s fine with him, “as long as you’re self-contained.”

Power is not a problem and my black tank is at barely a quarter full. I’m out of water in the on board tank, but I have tons of water in jugs that I can use for washing up and whatnot. So I’m fine on that end. I am going to ask the insurance company to pay for a hotel while I’m stuck so that I have a place to hang out during the day that is closer to my friend’s home and where I can take showers. She and I are going to a midnight movie premiere tomorrow, so that would be a very late night for me if I had to come back to the rig to sleep. So even if the insurance company says no, I am going to pay for a hotel room for at least one night. I am also going to see if Aviva would pay for a rental car for a bit longer than Intact would.

So I’m settled in for the long haul and looking forward to speaking with the adjusters so that I can get the ball rolling on salvaging the rest of my vacation.

Stuck On the Side of the Road in My RV: How I Dealt With It

I’ve been asked by a few people how I got from the side of that road yesterday to not just the towing yard, but a towing yard that is also a shop that can do the work on my rig. So I thought I’d share the steps I took yesterday to get here.

Soon as I knew there was a problem, I pulled over. I was unable to put the rig into park, so I settled for neutral and cut the engine. I carefully exited the rig and walked around, noticing there was a burnt smell, but not sure where it was coming from. I was in a bad location and this was not the time to sit and wait and hope that things would fix themselves. I needed a tow.

The last time I tried to have Miranda towed, my roadside assistance program at the time tried to screw me over. I had paid them several hundred dollars through my insurance company so that I would be covered to have the motorhome towed in case of an emergency. But when I called them for a tow, they said that their nearest affiliate was far enough away that I would have to pay a $150 out of pocket surcharge to have the rig towed. I wound up paying $125 to a wrecker located just a few minutes away.

All that to say that I do not have roadside assistance. So last night I was sitting in the middle of nowhere with no real idea where I was. I asked my GPS to tell me where the nearest automotive services were and called the first company that had towing in the name. I knew that if they couldn’t help me, they would know who locally could. I did the same thing that night after I lost the brakes. Whoever thought to put phone numbers as well as addresses into the GPS database is a genius.

While I waited for the first company to pick up, I fiddled with my GPS until I got the screen that told me where I was. This was brilliant. I had a street and city, nearest house address, nearest intersection, and GPS coordinates. I was able to precisely tell the tow companies where I was, which helped to narrow down the choices of who could get to me.

Now, the other consideration was finding a wrecker that could handle a motorhome. When you say ‘motorhome’ to a tow company, they assume a giant 40′ diesel pusher. I am quick to say that I have a small motorhome that is a class C on a Ford-E450 chassis, basically a 32′ Econoline van.

The third tower I spoke to is also a mechanic who could fix the problem. This was just dumb luck!

I told him I thought I lost my transmission. He made me do a few tests and determined over the phone that my rear axle had gone. So he knew Miranda would have to be towed from the rear. This is more complicated because you have to tow with the full weight of the rig on the front end. He asked me how much stuff I had inside and I replied with more useful information, her approximate weight, which was just under 14,000 lbs at last weigh-in. He said that if this was right, then his wrecker would just be able to lift and take her the 15 miles to his shop.

When he arrived, he spent some time under the rig and confirmed his over-the-phone diagnosis. He asked me again how much stuff I had inside and almost blanched when I said everything I own. I know he didn’t believe the weight amount that I told him. He had me sit in the RV cab while he got Miranda up onto the lift. I had my dinner during that time, amusingly enough. Once she was loaded, he had me sit in his truck and told me he was cautiously optimistic, but he’d know in a few minutes if she was going to tow okay.

Miranda ended up doing great and he had no trouble getting her to the yard although it was sloooow going and some of the longest 15 miles of my life!

Once at the shop, he dropped her on as level a spot as he could find, which was really not level and twisting the chassis. I told him I had levelers so he had me put some in front of the front wheels and he rolled Miranda over it. Then, he lifted the back end while I placed levelers under the passenger rear wheels. The leveling isn’t perfect, but it’s liveable.

After all that, he left me to my own devices, saying to come see him today once I’d spoken to the adjuster.

So to recap, a GPS and a cell phone are really useful to have in an emergency. I am very, very grateful that I upgraded my Verizon phone to include use to and in Canada.

Oh, and it took less than two hours to go from, oh no, there’s a problem, to leveled in a safe spot for the night.

Almost Heaven

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains
Shenandoah River –
Life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Growin’ like a breeze
Country Roads, take me home

I was very excited yesterday morning as I hit the road knowing that I would be at my friend’s within the day. It has been four years and one month since we last saw each other. I have traveled more than 27,000km since I last saw her. I couldn’t imagine anything sweeter after such a long journey than to fall into the arms of my oldest and dearest friend. A few more days now…

Because I had some mountain driving ahead of me, I planned yesterday that it would be a short driving day and that I would not be arriving at my friend’s. I took my time getting on the road and had a long break at the rest area after Charleston. This was my first time ever seeing a restaurant (snack bar) at a rest area!

I was purposely setting myself up to make arrival at her place too late to be feasible so that I wouldn’t rush through the day, get distracted, and get into an accident. Now that you know my mindset yesterday, it becomes even more evident why I don’t blame myself for the toad’s demise.

The section of I-64 between Charleston and Beckley is the West Virginia Turnpike, a toll road. I had reviewed the list of tolls ahead of time and felt that the information was very clear. I was a motorhome towing the equivalent of a trailer so I would have to pay $3.25 twice. I made sure to get a bunch of singles and quarters when I bought some things at Walmart the night before so I would have exact change. The first toll booth guide was visibly surprised that I had my exact fare in hand!

approaching the second toll booth

So that was yesterday. The accident happened just after the second toll booth.

This morning, I set off in good spirits. Miranda was purring and nothing felt amiss. I have done a lot of mileage in my rig and know how she behaves. She never hinted at been hurt today. Oh, sweet Miranda, aren’t you supposed to tell me you’re hurtin’ before you keen?

I hadn’t been on the road long today when I got a hint that the big challenge of the day, the 7% 5-mile long descent, was upon me:

Almost there:

At the summit:

Here we go! *gulp*

Motorhome goes into D2 and we start the hill at 40MPH.

What is it about those Blue Ridge Mountains?

Halfway there!

Recommended truck speed is 45MPH. The engine would start strain at that speed, so that’s when I’d hit the brakes, about four times total over the five miles.

Done!

Have I mentioned in this post how much I love the Blue Ridge Mountains?

It was coming on lunchtime when I hit Lewisburg, so I did something I just about never do when towing the car, I made an unplanned exit from the highway for something other than fuel. In plain English, that means I saw a sign for Applebee’s and I heeded its call. 😀 I barely eaten anything the day before and had very little for breakfast, so that was just what I needed to get those gastric juices flowing again. I headed in the general direction of the Applebee’s and noticed a Walmart, so I decided to park there since the Applebee’s would be nearby. It turned out to be right next door. I ordered a pasta and salad lunch deal but only had room for the salad (and a one-bite brownie with ice cream), so I got a to-go box for the pasta. $11 for lunch and dinner, not a bad deal, huh? I ended up having the pasta while waiting for the tow truck. But I digress again.

I made it to Virginia!!!

The Virginia Welcome Centre is not RV friendly as there is only car-sized parking and no pull-thrus. I couldn’t have done this with the toad attached!

I had to back out of that parking stall!

Nice-looking welcome centre:

I stocked up on a ton of tourist information material.

Then I drove through some more beautiful scenery marred only by a dirty windshield:

Approaching Richmond, I was due for a break, so I turned off the interstate to go to a ‘tourist information centre’ that I never succeeded in finding. That put me on a lovely rural route that paralleled I-64 for about five miles before merging back onto it.

A wave of emotion hit when I reached the I-64/I-95 junction and hit familiar territory. I’d only been that way once before, but there were a few familiar landmarks; a building, the city names on the exits, the stench of tobacco at the Philip Morris plant.

The last bit of my journey was on back roads and I looked forward to pulling over just shy of my destination for a bite to eat and to text my friend to let her know I was incoming. Well, we all know what happened there.

I Think I’m Officially Cursed

I am sitting at a repair shop in Petersburg, VA, where I had to get towed only 45 miles from my destination. I am now 60 miles from my destination. Without any warning whatsoever on that final stretch, the needle on my odometer went crazy and I had no control over the rig except to pull over, put her in neutral, and turn off the engine. Everything seemed fine from the cab and walking around outside, but there was a strong burnt smell inside the study.

It was not a good place to be stuck, on a very rural road with no shoulder. I knew I was done for so I looked up automotive services on the GPS and called the first place that had the word towing in the name. They couldn’t help me so they gave me the name of another company that also couldn’t help me but was able to give me the name of a third company that was able to help. It took about 45 minutes for him to arrive. Just before he did, I saw a police car stop behind Miranda. I hoped that he’d been sent by the towing company, but I decided to be careful and start off with, “I’m sorry. I know this is a bad spot.” I forget what he replied but his tone will remain seared in my memory. He was just so, so, so kind. He asked me if this was my first time away from Alberta traveling with the rig and I said that, no, I’ve been fulltiming for four years and traveling all over. He replied, “God bless you!” It was amazing to meet a law enforcement official who was so enthusiastic about my lifestyle choice. Thank you, officer.

But I digress.

The mechanic says that my rear axle is broken. He’s only done a cursory assessment, but this is going to be a huge job.

He advised me that since I drove almost 4,000km without incident and had this happen the day after I got rear ended that I talk to my insurance company before having him take anything apart. Because of the time zone difference, that might not happen till mid-day tomorrow and then it could be a few days to get an adjuster out here. Meanwhile, I can rent a car and go spend some time with my friend, but I won’t be able to breathe until I know if I am paying for this out of pocket or not.

If I have to pay, and the mechanic says that at first glance I’m looking at $2,000 to $3,000, then I’m at a loss. I’ve been through a lot in the last four years and I have always dealt with these matters myself, but now I have to admit that I am stuck. If you haven’t bought any of my e-books yet or have a friend who would be interested in one, I’d really appreciate some sales right now. There is also my Early Bird RV Show Seminar that is available to download at whatever price you feel is fair. This would mean so much to me. Right now, I can cover the repairs and get back to Canada, but my holidays with my friend would be shot. Having a little extra in the bank would mean that I could spent the next few days tooling around Virginia with her, providing you with exciting reading material (huh uh), instead of sitting in the rig and at her place utterly depressed.

The time zone difference is going to make tomorrow morning very trying as I might not be able to get hold of the motorhome adjuster until noon. The good news is that the car insurance company will be paying for a rental car for at least a few days. So I can leave Miranda parked here and take off in the rental car to visit my friend. We have tickets for an event Thursday night and it looks like that will still be able to happen. My current location is noisy, but the mechanic made sure I was level, and the work will be done right where I am, so there will be minimal bother to the cats. If I wasn’t waiting on the insurance, he would start first thing tomorrow and I’d be on my way Friday, but the whole insurance thing could make this drag on for a bit. I may have no choice but to pay out of pocket and hope that the insurance will reimburse me.

Now, I have otherwise had an amazing day of travel and I will be putting together a blog post with pictures of the good parts of yesterday and today.

Ready to Pull Out

It’s still much too earlier to get a hold of the insurance companies today and I was given the go ahead to leave Beckley, so I’m leaving. Web reviews for Glen’s Towing, who got my car off the turnpike, are very negative. All I can say is that they don’t seem very organized and their towing prices seem crazy, but they have absolutely no problem with my taking off without paying the towing bill and without having heard from my insurance company. I imagine that’s probably because they have some rights to my car now and could recoup that way, but I appreciate them not being hard asses about this. Paying that towing bill wouldn’t kill me, but since I won’t ultimately have to worry about it, why pay now only to get reimbursed later?

Jody reminded me to grab the license plate off the car so I don’t have to pay for a new one. I don’t know if my new toad will be plated in Alberta or not, but it’ll be nice to have that plate if I do reregister in Alberta.

My plate registrations are due this month. Guess I’m saving on the car, huh?

One thing I forgot to ask the adjuster is if I should be contacting BMO, which holds the loan on the car, regarding the crash. I imagine that any monies I get from the insurance would go to BMO first to clear the loan and I’d get whatever is left over, if anything. One thing that is in my favour is that the car is in great shape and has low mileage on the odometer, so there is a chance that it will get appraised on the higher end of the scale.

Well, I’m off to see if I’m right that traveling without a toad will be a lot less stressful