Reminds me of our first trip in '06, straight out of BCS to Elko, NV. I had punched into the Garmin Nuvi 350 the niece's address in Elko and turned it on as we entered town (after dark of course). But no, the wife has to call the niece and ask directions. Yeah, that worked out real great! Got on a dead end back street 3 blocks from their house, had to unhitch the toad (first time I'd actually undone that hitch setup), diesel surely disturbing adjacent homes at 10 pm. Niece and hubby try to figure out where we are and head out like storm troopers canvassing the neighborhood to the rescue, while I scramble to beat them to it to avoid any embarassment as a greenhorn diesel driver.
Nope, too late. They found us as I was trying to back across a dip in a side street I used to attempt a turnaround. Another first: I now discover how low-slung this particular model of Beaver is in the back, scraping out a nice furrow in the asphalt with my hitch, and scratching nice patterns in the shiny chrome mudflap. Hey, I know. Somewhere on this panel I was advised during the walk-through that there was a button for raising the coach. That'll work! Nope - it won't raise high enough (later in 2007 we find out that when in Raise Mode, limiting straps in the back on our short Monterey actually can cause the hitch to angle down and end up lower than than in Travel Mode!).
Nephew-in-law trying to get me to back across the dip at a stronger angle - but ignoramous me just wanted the embarassment over with, and kept plowing back until no further scraping sound was evident
. Hey, at least he was impressed with how tough the hitch was, and my discriminating taste in motor homes. My greenhorn diesel skills... maybe not so much :X. It was no doubt the evening's grand entertainment for the neighbors.
But I wouldn't have gotten in that pickle if one lady wasn't telling another where I should go, the second lady not understanding what the first was trying to say, the first lady unsure where we were at because the second didn't really know, the second lady yelling said misinformation at a tired, discombobulated driver, and the third (much more self-controlled) lady inside the Nuvi incessantly "Recalculating" with every wrong turn.
Shoulda just listened to the Nuvi lady
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Joel