Arise Yellow Knight, Part 2

 

A recap of the story so far. In September 2014, me and the family bought an antique motorhome, took a single long, round trip for leisure, only to discover this wasn't a good lifestyle choice for us. A few months later, it turned into a temporary home while I took some out-of-town training for a new job and parked it on an in-law's property, awaiting a final fate.

Or, you could read the detail rich experience here.

 

 

From about May 2015 through July 2017, thoughts and discussions about what to do about the motorhome would popup occasionally at the dinning room table. First, we ran calculations on just how much it would cost to bring up under it's own power, but ran into an issue of storage. Leaving it where it was at turned out to be the best idea at the time.

I would walk off my job at the Site C Dam Project in November 2015 (thanks to some management compatibility issues) and as a family, decided to return to Kelowna, a 14 hour and nearly 1,200 kilometer (or almost 746 miles for you other folks) move south from our then current location. Based on the even longer distance to travel and more extreme changes in road grades and elevations, thoughts of bringing the motor-home down turned into "could we sell it?"

 

 

For almost two years the motorhome sat and through word of mouth and other media, family and friends would try to sell or trade it on our behalf. Sadly, no cash sale but odd offers were made on it. A dirt bike, a gas powered go-kart and other items that would require somebody to bring whatever it was down to us, or us to go up and get it. I had given up any hope of recouping even a small portion of what we spent on it and motor-home started to fade from conscious thought.

Near the end of July 2017, my mother-in-law was willing to broker a deal.

There was a guy who was interested in a trade, a high mileage 2003 Chevrolet Cavalier for our motorhome, which required a lot more to get back on the road than before it was parked. Pictured above was his attempt to boost the motorhome and hear it run (after nearly two years, the battery wouldn't have a charge to start).

While that was taking place, my mother-in-law took a few more pictures of the Cavalier.

Granted, they weren't the best pictures, but it was enough to make the deal happen. I had high hopes this car might be either an easier sale, or was going to be more reliable and cheaper to bring down to Kelowna.

Once again, discussion on what to do with the Cavalier began in earnest and slowly tapered off, replaced with the turning of the calendar for another three years....