RV Hydraulic Jacks

by Sharon Junaid
(Boca Raton, Florida, USA)

My husband kept manually leveling the 40ft motorhome to make it perfectly level in the NC Mountains and broke the Hydraulic Jack. Consequently our large slide got stuck in the open position .

The Park closed the next day due to winter. We got help from a local mechanic closing the slide. Got to Georgia Exit 3 on I-95 and pulled in for diesel fill up. Halfway through the fill up I screamed; my husband had pumped gasoline instead of the diesel. I need to point out that he drives a diesel car and has pumped diesel in the MH many times.

We called in a tow truck to take us about 40 miles to Jacksonville, FL. to get the gas pumped out of the tank. The tow truck broke our passenger side rear view mirror while making a sharp turn and scratched the whole passenger side lower end of the rig. We found out the next morning that the place where the tow truck took us didn't extract gasoline, but we could call in a mobile gas extractor anyhow. And we got the rear view mirror fixed by HillBilly method.

So much for Awkward Moments one after the other. Lessons for my husband: you don't need to make the MH perfectly level; and Triple check the Diesel Nozzle before pumping.

My advice to fellow RVers, always give yourself time and money for unexpected mishaps.

Been There!
by: TravelingOnTheOutskirts

You're not alone, we've had mishap after mishap! But when you finally get to where you're going, put your feet up and enjoy the moment; it makes every mishap worth it! :)

And you've got great campfire stories when you finally do reach your destination! :)

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CAUTION: Low Bridge

by Kenn Hoover



Lunch at the General Store

My wife and I spent an awesome and vigorous week sightseeing in NYC. We actually parked our fifth wheel in an rv park/marina in Jersey City right on the Hudson River across from Manhattan. We could see the Statue of Liberty from our site and the subway into the city was a five minute walk away. After seven days of non-stop sightseeing we were exhausted and we just wanted to get to a campground where there was nothing to do except put our feet up and get rested for the remainder of our long trip through New England and the Maritime Provinces of Canada.

We found what sounded like the perfect no-frills, secluded campground in one of our membership directories: only $8.00 per night and only 80 miles away in the Poconos. We googled directions and away we went. Once we got away from the hustle and bustle of the city we found ourselves meandering through some beautiful rural wooded countryside. Occasionally we would pass a little turn-off that would allow a detour through one of the old covered bridges on the old part of the road. Each was marked with a cautionary sign about the low clearance, limited weight capacity and narrow, one lane nature of the covered bridge. We commented several times about how nice it was that the roads had been improved but at the same time that the old, nostalgic covered bridges were being preserved for our kids and grandkids to enjoy.

We were getting close to our destination and were hoping that we could get the rig set up in time for an early lunch. We passed several more cautionary signs about low clearances and weight limits and the like but we'd already seen several old covered bridges that day and the novelty had worn off. We were tired and hungry and just wanted to get to the park, get set-up and relax.

Soon we saw the warning sign that we would need to stop a half-mile ahead and pay the toll to cross over the river into Pennsylvania. Now we're getting excited: over the bridge and about 5 miles to the end of the day's driving. We rounded the curve and there was the toll bridge? with a big yellow sign on top warning of an 11' clearance. There was a construction worker there looking like a spectator at a tennis match: back and forth from the 11' sign and out 12'6" high fifth wheel. Finally he walked over to us and said, "I don't think you're gonna fit under that sign."

He was right, of course, so I started backing up with my wife walking behind in case any traffic should come along. About a half-mile back was an intersection that we were able to back into and get turned around. Backtracking about ten miles we came to an old country store that had a lunch counter and we decided to stop and have lunch. Naturally the lady running the store had to let us know that she had wondered where we were going when we had passed by earlier. Everyone knows there's a low bridge out that road?

After lunch and a 25 mile drive north we came to a more accommodating bridge and we crossed into PA and turned south. Another 25 miles and when it was time to turn west to the campground we looked to the east and there was our toll bridge just 100 yards away. It still looked too low.

We finally got checked into the campground and then fiasco #2 began? but that's a story for another day.

by: Harris

So- continue the story!! What happened next???

What if You Can't Back Up?
by: Susan

I have occasional nightmares that I'm stuck in a similar situation and can't back up because I'm towing a car. Ugh - unhook, move the car, then move the rv while other motorists watch & wait - not a good time at all.

Loved your story!

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