Ever seen that movie “RV” with Robin Williams, where he has all that trouble with the RV? Yeah, all that crap is true.The morning was uneventful, except for a run in with someone from home — a Gallipolis, Ohio man who just happened to be the tour bus driver for the New York Nationals (who, until 1995, were better known as the Washington Generals — the longtime pin cushion of a basketball team that perpetually loses to the Harlem Globetrotters. There’s your history lesson for today, kids).
Driving from Savannah into the Miami area was pretty smooth. The roads down south are definitely better than some of the chewed-up Interstates we have in good ‘ol W.Va. Once we got close to Miami, I decided to give the wheel to Nik, who had been here before. This wasn’t a problem, as I-95 becomes a 7-lane parking lot about 35 miles outside of the city.
Now, yesterday we went over how large this vehicle is. Well, as one would figure, an RV just isn’t comfortable in stop-and-go big city driving. When you’re at the other end of the vehicle, there’s nothing like slamming on the breaks to send you flying toward the front seat. (more…)