Saturday, October 04, 2008

Winnebago Journey--Our Lemon is Almost Gone. Chapter Eight

I know I said I wouldn't post any more about the Winnebago, but the nightmare just seems to drag on and on.

We finally signed all the paperwork, and so did Winnebago, McClain's, and Freightliner. The Winnebago is paid off, the account is closed, and they want to take possession.

Fine with us. There is just the little matter of removing our washer/dryer.

If you have never seen an RV washer/dryer, it is just about the size of a dishwasher, and runs the wash cycle and then the dry cycle all in one front-loading unit. It weighs about, oh, seems like about a thousand pounds, if you are trying to move it by yourself.

In the Winnebago, the cabinet and connections for the washer/dryer are in the same little cubbyhole as the toilet--a space about three feet by three feet. In order to put clothes into the washer, one must sit on the toilet. In order to remove the washer, one must either pull the washer from its cabinet into one's lap while sitting on the toilet, turn sideways, and deposit it onto the floor of the bathroom, or take out the toilet, or have help from a strong man.

Or maybe have a crane.

Suffice it to say that Wick can't/doesn't want to move it by himself. So we made it a condition of final delivery that they send someone, or a couple of men, to pull out the washer and put it into our fifth wheel travel trailer.

They have promised three different dates so far, and haven't come yet.

Right now, they are saying they will be here Monday.

I'm not holding my breath.