Mad Max's Revenge! - Aaron
I have come to the conclusion that our RV, affectionaly named Mad Max the Roadwarrior, has a very sick and twisted sense of humor. For the second time during this strange adventure, she has chosen a very in-opportune time to chose to get sick. This time, 20 minutes outside of Montgomery, Alabama, Max lost her transmission belt, in a fury of cluttering madness.
After the power-steering went out, we drove her a short distance to a gas station where we waited for a good hour and a half for a tow truck to arrive. Surprisingly, the only reaction our brightly decorated RV received was a high pitched rebel yell from a guy riding in a diesel powered heavy duty pick up truck, emblazoned with Confederate flags kicking up massive amounts of dust as it laid tire out of the tarmac.
We were towed by a very nice mullet sporting fellow named Bubba and his baby brother Joe whose haircut I could only describe as a mullet in reverse.
After we were towed to the repair shop, we spent the night camp-out style in the parking lot. Although this was a different experience to say the least, I would say it helped us come together as a group. We watched Mean Girls on the laptop and ate fast food.