"Why did you lock the Beaver," my wife asked. "Not locked," I replied as I got off the couch to prove my point. We have experienced a tough-to-open latch and I figured it just got the better of her. Nope, no joy. The keys, of course, were in the coach. Cutting to the chase: Jill finally got the door to open and I sprayed the latch with a healthy helping of WD40. Working easier now. Anything else I should do?
Larry