The trip out of Hampton to here was nuts. We were not able to stay in the house after Thursday as the movers we hired to load the pods were loading Thursday morning, but weren't leaving until Friday or Saturday. The plan was to stay in the motorhome until we left. 
I really hadn't moved the motorhome in four years. Ran it regularly and especially while my buddy and I were fixing the dash a/c. That took us about a week because of some weirdness in the manuals and some parts I had never seen before. Turns out the part that was giving me fits wasn't even needed. It was only there to assist in factory assembly. All I had to do is take out the guts and everything worked great. Finished that up on Tuesday.
Time to take the motorhome for a quick check ride and fill it up with gas. Plan was to change the oil when I got back to the house. Went through the neighborhood just so I wasn't out on the main drag in case anything went wrong. Everything seemed fine so out to the main drag I went and headed down to the gas station.
The street I was on is 4 lane, 2 each way. About half way to the gas station the engine just cut out and I rolled to a dead stop. No amount of cranking would start it. The gas gauge has always been squirrelly and both my buddy and I thought it was outta gas so I called Doree and she brought me 5 gallons of gas. Now this bus has an 80 gallon 
tank so 5 gallons is a drop in the bucket, maybe it wasn't enough? We added ten more gallons and still no starting.
We called the towing service, only one in town that can tow it, damn thing weighs 8 tons. Took the tow truck about 4 hours to arrive. Next down to the 
shop I went. 
Turns out the fuel pump had died and needed to be replaced. The shop put the rush on and dropped the 
tank, replaced the pump, had to actually make up one from a generic kit as they don't make the original anymore. Also had them change the oil. $1200 later, I'm on my way home.
About halfway home some guy on a pickup truck pulls up alongside me, beeps his horn and tells me my left front brakes are smoking. Pulled over and checked it out. Yep, smoking. The shop I just left was now closed so I just drove it home. 
By the time I got home the left front brakes were so hot that I really was concerned about them catching fire or melting the bead on the tire. Broke out the garden hose and went to work cooling them down. Of course that's not good for them at all. Definately would warp the rotors. Turns out the left front caliper was frozen on.
I called the shop in the morning and was told that a front brake job was going to be around $2500 + towing ($300 minimum). Nope can't afford that. Going to have to do it myself. Started that morning and replaced front rotors, calipers, pads, bearings and brake hoses. 3 1/2 days later the brakes work better than they ever had. Time to get on the road. More on the journey later. The story gets better and better. Remember, hurricane Matthew? You geussed it, he's involved in the story as well.
Stay tuned! More to come. 

