It's always best when the dumbest thing, (damage), happens on the first trip.
On our first trip to our favorite and most familiar campground with our brand new 03 Classic. We had been there many times with our 63, very cocky and self assured after 18 Seasons. Sunday morning on our last day and we, for once, were ready to beat the crowd to the dump.
Now theres a one way wooden bridge on the road out, just before the Ranger station, and oh yes, with a slight turn on the approach.
DW was watching as I pulled out, and all of a sudden the arms started flailing like a wave off on the flight deck.
'Ya know something....the Classic is a bit wider than a 63 Safari, and the wooden bridge railing was now nicely placed on the streetside panel above the H2o access door. Already had a nice 2ft scratch and I was determined not to cause any more "learning scarz".
What to do? Well it was real early and no one else was around so of-course we started to disassemble the bridge....well only the railing really. We were making pretty good progress when the Ranger came out for his morning coffee and asked..."what the hell do you think your doing?"
"taking the railing off so I don't cause any more damage to our new AS" said I.
Now by this time a crowd was starting to gather and I did hear some snickers coming my way.
A line had started to form behind us and I thought things were going to get rather tense. But after an extensive conversation with the Ranger and some of the waiting fellow campers it was decided to proceed full speed ahead. We all pitched in, shared tools and discussed the best plan of action.
We had the new AS un-stuck and the bridge put back together in less than two hours.
And I was still first in line for the dump.
We still go back to the Campground and every once in awhile the Ranger or a fellow camper will say....."aren't you the ones who....."
"yes"
Bob
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