Well, I’m sitting back at my campsite at Bend/Sisters Garden RV Resort, a campground I can highly recommend, without slides.
I’m not sure what the secret handshake or code word is to contact Steve or Ken directly, but Sean ran a good interference, as is his right as the service manager, and I was stymied.
No one was available to help today but if I came back on Saturday, a half day, I might be lucky and they could pull someone off a job and diagnose my problem.
Their business, their choice.
Having spent most of one day unfixed, I wasn't up to rolling the dice on another.
I am aware of what it takes to run a business; I have one. I am also aware that people who show up with timelines are a fact of life.
Sometimes they can’t be helped, but I juggle my timeframes and my deliveries to make every effort to get their order out.
I am also aware of how difficult it is to get new customers and how much it costs to attract and retain them. About 40% of my business is return customers.
No customers, no business.
I have read repeated posts here about how BCS bent over backward to help a traveler in trouble.
That is why I pulled up stakes blind and headed to Bend to try and resolve my problem. I felt it was that serious.
Apparently at BCS they were busy prepping coaches for potential customers. Their choice who to serve; my choice as to where I spend my money. Fair enough.
I’m not sure how much pull you have to have to be seen on the spot, or just plain luck, but it wasn’t enough apparently.
I reconnected with Tom at Advantage at 2:30 and he told me to come back at 3:00pm and he would see what he could find.
He had other customer coaches in his queue.
Customer Service. On a Friday Afternoon.
So he went to work, spent several hours discovering that either a solenoid or the hydraulic pump motor had a short that was significant enough to blow a 250amp fuse.
So Tom disconnected the pump and I drove home with only the bedroom slide active.
But at least I wasn’t trapped with an open slide situation and a screaming pump.
On the bright side, I ran into Steve Humphries and Dave Edwards and their lovely roommates and had a lively discussion about things other than repair work. Gotta love the Beaver Gang.
And I know who I’m going to see when I need work in Bend.