My offer on an RV has been accepted and holy crap this is going to happen!
Holding Firm for an Inspection
Since it’s on a used RV lot, I made my offer for the RV contingent upon inspection.
The salesman not-too-subtly attempted to talk me out of the independent inspection. He claimed that since the sales lot is also an RV service center, they do their own inspections and would fix any (“major component”) problems. He did admit (after I asked) that their inspection did not include the engine (what?!).
Two other reasons I did not back down:
- Experience – I had a bad experience buying a (lemon) house after a poorly preformed inspection and vowed to take subsequent inspections very seriously
- Fear – I really do not want to be stranded on the side of the road with my dogs in a broken RV when I could have done something to avoid it
I hope there are no expensive problems found during inspection because, quite frankly, I’m tired of RV shopping.
Now, Where to Park the Thing?
With no good spot for an RV at home, I’ve been looking for a place to park the rig until I can hit the road.
A couple RV storage lots around here have a good fence and security cameras. Others are more casual (adhoc businesses with extra parking spaces inside a fenced area). Yet others are downright narly (over-grown grassy fields where RVs go to die.)
The one I like best is a rental and storage facility that is clean with good security. When I dropped by hoping to reserve a spot, there were two women about my (middle) age talking to the only available clerk.
To pass the time I eavesdropped.
The women were renting a truck and asking questions about clearance when backing it up. The clerk looked at them for a moment before inquiring if a husband was coming in to pick the truck up.
I’m not generally paranoid about sexisms. I don’t often run into that kind of (blatant) behavior so I find it more curious (like an artifact) than worrisome (maybe because I’ve been lucky in life?) But when I do see and hear it, my antenna shoots way up and I become vigilant about making sure it does not adversely affect me or what I’m trying to do.
When I was 26 years old I was in the market for a starter home. I talked to a realtor about helping me find one. After I told him, no, I was not married, he went quiet. After a few minutes he seemed to reconcile with himself by saying “I suppose a house would make a good dowry.” I honestly don’t think he had any bad intentions towards me. But I did simply thank him for his time then went on to find a respectful and enlightened realtor.
Hearing the more recent husband comment at the storage/rental desk, I couldn’t help but wonder if my RV salesman would have tried to talk me out of an inspection if I were a man? In the end, it didn’t really matter because I knew what I wanted and I got it.
But I am starting to wonder about the possibility of sexism in this new RV world I’m entering.
When I test-drove RV’s, I was surprised about how much road width they sucked up. I had to concentrate to avoid plowing down roadside mailboxes. But I am fairly confident in my general driving skills and don’t expect anyone to doubt my abilities simply because I’m a woman. I often forget that some people might.
I do, however, intend to find an RV driving school. Not because I’m a girl, but because I’m new at RVing. And would rather learn from an instructor in a controlled environment before possibly making expensive (and dangerous) mistakes on my own.