Follow the Adventure
| Click on the links above to see our "Wok-umentary" of our three
month journey living in a bus as our family of five converts the
world's first luxury motor home to run on free, waste vegetable oil,
and then drive home, cross country on
The Fat Of America |
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July
  
Here is the picture they took at Guaranty RV Dealership. That is
Jack Lewis with us, our beloved salesman.
The kids called him "Jack in the box", though there was no good reason
for that. Jack was a mellow, likable guy,
but isn't that what salesmen are supposed to be? At the dealership, I had noticed dozens of these
tacky pictures adorning the wall of Jack's
office. In each one, there was some happy octogenarian couple with their
new motorhome and their perfect, dentured smiles, posing with expressions that
seemed to say to me "We better
die before we have to pay for this monstrosity" . Maybe I was just projecting. I
though to myself, I would never be caught in one of these tacky pictures.
That afternoon, that proofed to be very poor forethought, as the picture above indicates.
Before I knew it, there was a guy with a camera and a letter board with
our name misspelled. "Alder". I get that a lot out west.
Alder is a big word there. There are lots of streets, parks and
buildings named Alder in the Oregon area. Not much is named Adler.
I fixed the letters, though part of me wanted to keep it misspelled for
the shear silliness of it all - not to mention to protect my identity
form the next schmuck sitting in Jack's office, looking at the wall of
sorry, nervously smiling borrowers. We are
perhaps the youngest people on the wall. I don't completely know
how I feel about this yet. After flying out to Junction City, OR on
the 12th of July, we dealt with a few clerical snags and some technical
problems with the coach that caused me extreme anxiety, but finally closed
on the motor home. |
