A few years ago I went to help my brother recouperate from a double back surgury
. I remembered a mechanic I worked with in 1972 that had an Airstream he was ecstatic about
and we compared my Winnebago motorhome to his airstream, his was nice but small and had less cabinate room (rounded backs) what did I know. Soooo I figured try looking for an old one to work on and landed on an Argosy 22 at the dealer who sold me my 2004 Winnebago, talk about karma. I figured it would help him get outside and do things (motivation - toy to play with). Talked him into buying it (I'm a good salesman) and we restored it and I bought it from him, his wife didn't care for it but liked him working on it. I used it for a year and a half and wanted a bigger one so I listed it and 5 hours later a guy in Las Vegas 3000 miles away said I'll take it
GAHHH. I looked for 2 years (bummed) and found the 93 Excella 30 I'm working on now 1200 miles away (something about this milage thing). Howwww did I get addicted to these things?
By the way found brother a 1966
Thunderbird to play with, he's ecstatic, his wife still doesn't care.
Funny thing I'm still looking at them and get excited when I see one, IS REHAB AVAILABLE?