Another half-day north and
we arrived at I-35 RV Supercenter.
They’re the ones who are
going to sell the motorhome for us. Surprisingly, not just any dealer
would take it on for a consignment sale. It’s old, but that’s okay.
It’s got 190,000 miles on it. That’s the problem. Most motorhomes,
even old ones, have just a fraction of that. The price will suffer a
markdown for high mileage, but that’s not a problem. We didn’t buy the
motorhome for resale value, we bought it to get all the use and enjoyment out
of it we could. Mission accomplished.
In 2005, it made perfect
sense to get the bus. We drove off in it, living full-time.
Working. Traveling. Now, seventeen years later, it makes perfect
sense to let it go. We have a comfortable little house in the Valley
that’s a wonderful home base. For the last ten years, since we got the
Sandpipers house, the bus has been a great indulgence, with us continuing to
get all the use and enjoyment out of it we could. By last year though, we
knew it was time to let it go. We kept it for one more year to make sure
we were right, and we were. We didn’t really take any trips in it this
year at all.
We took some time making
sure all systems were in fine working order, anything that needed to be fixed
taken care of, for the next family that gets it. It’s perfectly positioned
for them to get their measure of enjoyment out of it next.
We’ve sent out so many
pictures over the years of the motorhome in all the beautiful parks and
campgrounds we’ve stayed in, we take one last look.
It’s not a living
breathing thing, that motorhome, but there is a lot of emotion tied up in that
machine. Yes, in spite of the logic being impeccable, tears were
involved.
Done with the paperwork at
the RV Center by mid-day, we headed off in the jeep to get south of Dallas
before rush hour. We’re in Corsicana for the night.
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