I sat in this RV with the man and woman and my wife for a few hours listening to a Triton V10 motor purring. It was at the end of a February ice storm, heat on, talking to them about everything in or on that RV. Knew it like the back of their hands. He talked about being a pilot flying C130 cargo planes and so on. Had to speak up to talk to him because he couldn't afford the $6000 hearing aids he needed, but most everything you said to him was said again three times as loud to him by his wife who could hear a gnat whisper. He also talked about the hip surgery his wife needed. That's what they were selling the RV for. Really, I wanted to help them out in the back of my mind.
I was always taught to respect them old boys who served. Their words carried weight. When it was important, there was no BS. I believed him and as far as I was concerned, I didn't need to test drive it or take it to some place to have it checked out. The man looked me in the eye and told me they had taken good care of their coach and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with it and would stand behind it 100%. Shook my hand and the deal was done.
When I came back with the stack of cash and paid him at his bank, we went to his house and he cranked up the thing. It sounded like my old mans farm truck. A ragged POS. It turns out that purring kitten I heard a couple days before had a blown exhaust gasket on the back right side cylinder with the blackest soot blown outside it. It didn't happen boom like that either. It had been that way for some time from all the soot. I think the only way it was hidden was that he unhooked that cylinder the day we looked at it and heard it purring. Only thing I can think of. Exhaust gaskets don't blow and soot up the head around it that quick and he didn't drive in with the ice on the road since a couple days before.
I just thought to myself that it's only a gasket, easy to fix. Move on. Then he followed me to my house and just before we got there, I pulled us over and told him to let me drive the rest of the way because my driveway was tricky to get the RV into. Soon as I got to the first stop sign, brakes grinding metal on metal loud as can be. The gnat whisperer would have heard this for sure and screamed it to him that a monster was underneath the RV or something. When I took that right rear side apart, the brake caliper was so burnt up and scorched, it took me almost 5 hours with a 3 ton jack, a pull bar and long pipe to get the two caliper bolts out, jacking up the pull bar with the pipe on it to turn the 15/16" bolts. It is a Ford 550 Super Duty under there. I can't believe it didn't catch the RV on fire. The left side caliper was stuck causing the pressure to all go to the right side and burn it up. Been like that for a while.
Was I wrong to not get the thing checked out? In hind sight, yeh. Was I wrong to trust a man as he said he was, a Veteran with his service record? Sad to say, but yeh, I was wrong. Not only wrong but stupid to do so turns out. Was he wrong to disrespect who he said he was and lie to me. Oh yeh. He had no respect for himself, his wife or his past to do that. So now I've got to question what a man tells me who has served this country? It ain't right. It ain't right for me to have to do that and it ain't right for somebody to be that way to put me or anybody in that position. I expected the best out of this man. He fell short, way short. That is one of my dilemmas. The other is all the work I have to do and money to have to spend to fix both our mistakes.