It Always Starts at the Beginning

I’ve been looking for an RV for several years.  I haven’t been really serious about it.  There was always a job, lack of funds, family, excuses, etc.  I was laid off from a job I really liked in June of 2012, and I really wanted to find something similar.  I discovered/knew that the technical job prospects for a 60 year old white male in a field for young talented college graduates was slim.  I toyed with teaching only to find that the field had dramatically changed in the last ten years.  It was suddenly all about the test and not so much about teaching about a subject, getting kids enthused about learning, and teaching young people about organization. After my first day of substituting,  I was called to the principals office for hands on teaching rather than filling out worksheets like little CPA wannabes.  He never even asked my side of the story.  Not the place for a life long learner and reader.

I was at my daughters house visiting and browsed the Internet.  The search term was “Virginia RV Dealers”.  I had been doing Google searches for over a year and was familiar with all the internet places.  Up came Reines RV service in Manassas Virginia.  There on the web site was a RV I was looking for, a 2008 Winnebago View.  3L Diesel turbo engine, with a bath in the rear, leatherette seats, everything I was looking for, and with under 13,000 miles on the odometer.  The photo on the website had full leafed trees and flowers on the bushes.  It was March and I never really thought  the photo through.

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Reines RV

To make a long story short the RV had been there since October 2012, inexplicably unsold. I contacted a salesman, the email previously sent was misplaced, who said that “I think it’s somewhere around here, I’ll see if I can find it.”.  We came, we saw, we bought and we met everyone at the dealership, including the owner.  Reines RV is a very nice family run place that’s been doing business since 1946, and they still treat people in the same manner that they did in 1946. Yes Louise, we’re not in New Jersey any more.