I’ve been looking for a camper van for about two years. Decent ones are expensive so I waited until an older one in fairly good shape sorta fell out of the sky.
I met the owner at a restaurant and we took a 1995 camper van for a drive. It drove well. Stopped on a dime.
Then the next day I went to the owner’s house and did a very thorough inspection. Took hours. Everything worked so well it was scary. I crawled underneath. Oops, slight oil leak somewhere. Leak around the differential too. Some rust. The van spent most of it’s life in Florida so I wasn’t surprised. What I was surprised by was I could only find one rust spot on the exterior.
The next day I had an insurance quote, an early morning appointment with a trusted mechanic on Thursday, printed off the Bill of Sale form, contacted the DVM for a “NM” on the title which meant “Not actual miles”. Maintenance records showed a succession of mileage so I figured it was a paperwork mistake which unfortunately can never be removed.
That afternoon I let myself get a little excited. If all went well in the $163 inspection tomorrow, this baby would be mine. I started dreaming. Yeah, baby. I’d need to add a backup camera, get the belts and hoses changed, clean the interior. The first trip would be to the mountains where I’d stay a couple of days, just me and HappyDog.
Late that evening I get the text message. So sorry, van has been sold.
Ya win some, ya lose some. Back to the old looking board.