“We’ve made a lot of memories in this thing,” Ron said, glancing around the Crusader as we began the arduous task of cleaning her out.
“We’ll make new ones in the Atlas,” I responded.
After almost seven years to the date, the time had come to trade in the Crusader. Needing new axles, a hefty investment, and showing the wear and tear of traveling thousands of miles.we decided to buy a new one.
Both of us sick with colds and in isolation so as not to share the wealth, we decided to clean out the trailer. Sneezing and coughing, we started opening drawers and emptying closets.
“We have a lot of shit,” I said at one point, after finishing the interior. Bags of trash and donation piles helped lighten the load.
Two truck loads later, we had everything off the Crusader, waiting for it’s new home.
“Take a picture of the map.” Ron said on the drive to pick up the Atlas.
We made a lot of memories in the old girl, traveling through 27 states, over half the United States.
“James said to go get some lunch.”
After dropping the trailer, our salesman told Ron it would take forty-five minutes for the servicemen to inspect the Crusader. Since neither of us had lunch, we went to Golden Corral for a “linner,” lunch-dinner combo meal.
Back at Camping World Thornburg a few minutes before, we didn’t pull off the lot until 4:17 with our new trailer. A quick walk thru and a long wait for the finance guy, which irritated me. What took so long I will never know since we paid cahs.
“You get more bees with honey,” Ron said to me when he finally came to get us. Ten minutes of paperwork and the handing off of the cashier’s check and on our way we went.
Disappointed in the customer service today, what we thought would take an hour to drop off the Crusader and pick up the Atlas, took three hours.