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Well now, the story actually begins a few months ago. Beckie (that would be my Missus) and I were talking about wanting to take a trip out west, see the Badlands, the Tetons, etc. and drop in on my brother in the wooly frontier town of Cheyanne. I've been wanting to get another truck camper for many years. Surprising me, Beckie brought the subject up saying that she, too, liked the idea of a slide in camper. This is, of course, dangerous. The wife approving of a purchase even before I broach the subject.
It's off to Ebay and Craigslist!
Started searching, set a budget for the buy, list of must haves, would be nices, and can live withouts.
Bid on a couple nearby, called some local listings, nothing spectacular. I made a lowball bid on a '72 Coachman 9 footer. Original owner, nice condition, well taken care of. Only real down side was it was in East Liverpool, Oh. About 300 miles from Indianapolis. What do you know, my lowball bid wins it. I had researched the specs on it and it was listed at 1200 lbs.
Ok, let me digress a little. My old '88 F-150 had been dissolving rapidly in a rusty heap. Beyond saving, tranny leaking, rear end needed rebuilding, engine leaks, front end worn out. It was dieing fast. So, a month ago or so I snapped up a '90 F-150 off of Craigslist for about a grand. Not quite as rusted, 300 six banger, XLT package, I figure parts from two to make one on the cheap. Should get a couple years out of it.
Ok, back to the camper story. An F-150 should handle a 1200 lb. load Ok. I hauled my last cabover camper on an old '69 1/2 ton Chebbie. So, off I go to Ohio. My first real trip / adventure since a bad bike wreck in December of '08. I'm enjoying it. Long, drive, I was stiff and sore by the halfway point but I really needed to do this. Get to the guys house and there it is. Better than described, this guy not only took good care of it since new, but he was a tinkerer of my ilk. Neat little fabs and mods, done well. We jack it up, load it on, and I'm on my way back. Truck squats a bit and leans a little to the left but doesn't look bad. He's off the beaten path a ways so I'm going slow back into the thriving metropolis of East Liverpool.
Ok, I have done my share of road trip adventures over the years and you just know what's coming next. This is where the fun starts. I can't go any faster than 25 mph because the load is too heavy and the shocks are shot. I get moving and it starts rolling side to side becoming almost uncontrollable fast. I can't head back to Indy at 25 mph and I've already bought the thing so I'm committed. I figure I spend the night and get a set of shocks in the morning. I spied a shop with a big "shocks on sale" banner just around the corner from the Wal-Mart. I know Wally-World lets campers park overnight in their lots so I limp on into the parking lot, and look for some chow. I haven't eaten since seven that morning and it's about nine at night now and my blood sugar is all over the place so I know I need to eat. Luckily, there's a Ponderosa and an Arby's in the same lot so I'm good. One medium rare boot sole later I stroll on into the Wal_Mart for a couple of pillows and a blankie so I can sleep in my new camper. Two pillows, a blanket, a battery powereed LED lantern, some hand sanitizer, galloon of drinking water, etc., etc., later I settle in for the night. Comfy camper, I'm going to sleep like a rock. We know better, don't we?
I'm in a town where not one car on the road has a muffler. All night long they're going by. And then the sweeper comes to do the lot. I give up around 0500 and head to the repair shop. 7-11 next door so I get a coffee and wait for them to show up. They open at eight. Moving ahead, at 1100 and $450.00 later and I have a set of heavy duty gas shocks on the front and some coil overs on the rear. Truck is sitting up much better. I head on my merry way. Fuel up and head back to I 70. I can go about 55 with this setup. After that we're back to rolling. Ok, 55 back to Indy is doable.
Seven hours later I get home. In the original paperwork that came with the camper ( guy kept everything, even the appliance instructions and warning tags) I find the specs. Not 1200 lbs as I saw on the web but 2200 lbs, empty. I start figuring I can add some air bags and a sway bar and it'll do ok. Nah. Not going to get it. So, Beckie and I begin deciding what to do next. We love the camper, it's exactly what we wanted at a fraction of the cost of new. But, we need more truck.
And the search is on. I'm thinking F-250 or maybe a Dodge 2500. Then we factored in the two dogs. Ok, we need an extended cab. The search continues. We look at some trucks. Drove two hours north to see one that was advertised as having minor rust. I crawl under it and the frame is nearly transparent in places. I crawl under a half of dozen trucks and every one of them was either about to collapse with rust damage or had some fluid running out of a leak. We need to increase our budget for a truck.
And along come the grandkids thing. Beckies oldest had gotten married on the previous Saturday and he and our new daughter - in - law are expecting their first in a few months. Come Tuesday and Beckie's second son's ex-wife delivers a baby boy. Son numba two and ex already have one, a little girl that's just over a year old. So we're counting grandkids on our fingers and toes and start thinking that if we're taking them along on our camping adventures we need even more truck. Add to that we want to be able to drag the boat or our bikes on the flatbed trailer, you see where this is going now, right.
We need more truck.
Beckie sees one on Craigslist for sale right here in town. I take one look at the pic and the asking price, which seems reasonable for the truck, is way over what I budgeted. Besides, it's a diesel and a dually. Beckie surely isn't going to let me spend that kind of cash on the truck of my dreams, is she? Did I mention it's a crew cab, four door, long bed? With a conversion van interior? Powerstroke diesel dually?
We trek on over to the guys house. Very nice 80+ years old gent named, Clayton. WW2 vet, Phillipines. Restores old Oakland cars. Pulls a 32' trailer with two cars in it with this thing. 150,000 miles on the International diesel, five speed overdrive, clutch replaced two weeks ago. No rust anywhere. No drips, no leaks, nearly new tires. Garrett Turbocharged hyperchipped, new injectors diesel.
I think this will handle the camper, two dogs, three grandkids, and two old, fat people just fine.
I'm pretty sure that it will haul said camper to Wyoming and back without much trouble.
Cool, huh?
And so the great camper adventure begins. I last had a truck camper over twenty years ago. It was a steel sided monster with half inch plywood interior. Basically a hard sided tent on wheels. But I had a lot of fun with it and put many miles under it before I shipped off for a three year Germany adventure for Ol' Uncle Sam. There has been a travel trailer and three motorhomes but none of these were as enjoyable as the old truck campers had been. So I'm back to a truck camper. I'm looking forward to the new adventures.
Next time we'll share the fun of replacing and upgrading some appliances in a thirty five year old camper.
BOB