Lots of Company

We are out of the service bay, yay! The sun has been out, and we haven't had any tornado watches today. And most of our work is done. Things are looking up.

This afternoon Rick and Joni stopped by the customer lounge to say goodbye. They'll be returning in a few weeks to pick up their new Majestic. Later we were on our way to Four Seasons RV in Abilene to pick up some supplies when we saw a Majestic heading east. We knew right away it was Bob and Sue Guthrie (it's hard to miss their matching Volvo and Smart Car). When we returned to New Horizons, they were parked next to us. Interestingly, one of the major reasons for their arrival here is that one of their brake shoes is completely gone. That sounds like a familiar complaint, only they do not have ABS. They also experienced extreme temperatures in the affected tire (200 degrees), something that did not happen to us, so the causes may be unrelated. One rather unsettling fact is that they had a very hard time finding a repair shop willing and able to work on an RV with air over hydraulic disc brakes.

A bit later, another Majestic pulled into the parking lot. It was David and Ann Brown, who picked up their Majestic just before the rally a month ago. They have a couple of minor issues and one more serious problem, a delamination where the cargo door and wardrobe slideout come close to meeting. This is evidently a known problem. In fact, the Guthries have the same problem on theirs (only on the street side), and the repair done earlier is not holding. They're hoping for a more permanent fix this time.

The Guthries, Emersons, and we went out to dinner together (David and Ann had just eaten when they arrived). Bob and Sue wanted to go to Cox Bros. BarBQue. Ken and I shared some pulled chicken, onion rings, and southern seasoned collard greens. We all enjoyed our dinners and the opportunity to talk.

We are hoping that the RV Digest-It we bought in Abilene will do the trick for cleaning our sensors and doing away with the awful odor that has been developing in our black tank when it's more than half full.