Okay.. I must admit... I've actually had one like this before.
It was in around 2006, and we were in our 'get out of debt!' phase. I had sold the luxury Georgie Boy 31' Class A because I had to get rid of that loan, but missed RV camping. My sis was small-time RV dealing then, and her and my mom had spied a 'gem' while in Dallas getting something else. As it was $1500 and I actually believed the things my mom said, I bought it. I could pay cash, what's the worse that could happen, right?
So there we were.... me, my mom and my dad... on our way to Dallas, Texas, to pick up this 'gem'. I had my doubts upon first inspection, but I could pay cash, and it ran. They did some upgrades inside, it appeared to be okay. haha....
Those were fun times!!! Me in my Aztek following (think Breaking Bad, yeah, same color, too) and my dad driving and my mom white knuckled.. it had some awesome fireworks shooting out the back with the backfiring... we got a few hours away and kind of got stuck behind a truck stop. It was dark and dad was stressed out, we decided to call it a night, complete with mom snoring loudly, taking up all the room and covers, and dad in his cups who wanted to talk my ear off.. and yes, we were grateful for the propane they left us, we turned on the burners on the stove and it kept us from freezing and no one died.
The next day, with sunlight, dad found the problem and fixed it and we were on the road again. Sputtering and spurring along, we got to about and hour and half home before it was broke down yet again on the side of the highway. I guess the stress of keeping it going had my dad's system out of whack (or it was the beer from the day before) but it took it's revenge. Although we had a bathroom, he wouldn't use it.. so, stuck on side of the road and my dad missing, we called my aunt and uncle to bring us parts and tools and were awaiting their rescue. Mom finally found dad hiding behind bushes and telling her to bring him clothes. Poor daddy.
It's funny now, though I will NEVER remind him of it. *shows you my hand way up in the air and points out that daddy is up there!*
Finally, finally getting the damn thing home, we named it Turd. Yes, WAAAAYYYY before the movie RV. I think they stole it from me.
The differences in it.. it was white outside, no fancy paneling trim (err paint.. whatever)... had been upgraded and looked retro kinda cool on the inside... and the back had a U-shaped dining set..
We did take it out a few times before selling it, but one time in particular.. it was to a lake not too far away, but it rained that night. So everyone piled in to the Turd. We sat around that huge U-shaped dining table and played cards, must have been about 10 of us, for hours and hours, laughing, playing... Good times, good times.
(and that was not the first time I took off and went after an RV... have a lot of stories, haha)