Travis flew off to New York City to play a gig at Carnegie Hall; I stayed in San Felipe, hit the beach as much as possible and am handling our RV repairs, plus get to experience the San Felipe 250 road race.
San Felipe 250
The road race was Saturday and about what I expected: tons of spectators and vendors down at the Malecón, tons of dust flying through the air, and lots of people dicking around on the sand dunes next door to our RV park. We watched the trophy trucks at the starting line (fun, but a 30mph speed zone) then followed their path to the end of the speed zone where they really start ripping through the dust. Fun! But after 4 or 5 go by, I definitely got the idea and went back to camp to cool down because it was a hot motherfucker of a day.
To be honest I didn’t follow much of the coverage; though two spectators did die, sadly. They were hit by a trophy truck driven by Ed Herbst; there’s actually very little information regarding the circumstances. It’s unclear if the spectators were standing too close or if the truck lost control on the straightaway, or perhaps both. The race was broadcast live on YouTube, what little coverage I saw wasn’t extremely engaging. The few spots where I did see trucks crossing at the roads or under bridges was pretty cool, though. Those trucks are BANANAS.
We went to a group dinner at a nearby restaurant (by nearby I am talking a 4-minute drive) and due to the insane post-race traffic it took us 25 minutes of sitting on a tiny stretch of road while police did their best to direct traffic. Imagine two lanes each direction, creating two lanes out of your single lane, meanwhile anyone with an ORV or all-wheel drive simply drove onto the shoulder and cut ahead at the front of the line. Face palm. But totally worth it to be the only people in the restaurant the entire evening.
After dropping a friend off at a nearby restaurant with live music on the Malecón, (and maybe after a tequila shot or two), we walked back from the madness to the relative peace of the RV park. The craziness had died down, the race crowd was turning in. I discovered I had no running water because some crazy woman drove over the water pipe with her ATV earlier in the day and broke the (overground!) PVC water pipe that our rig is connected to. 🙄
RV Repair Update
As far as the RV repairs go, the process of getting repairs done took a bit longer than one who lives in the U.S. might expect. Showing up at an appointed time isn’t the norm here; running late isn’t a big deal.
That being said, it’s also been a good lesson in my least present virtue: patience. My only concern has been that the work is completed by April 16th, because once we leave here we go to visit my brother in Australia and ain’t nothin’ gonna screw up that plan, come hell or high water. I don’t necessarily mind tardiness, what I do mind is when someone says they’ll be back in two hours and never shows up.
Originally, the contractor and carpenter were going to remove the fiberglass front cap of the RV to assess the damage (we had some water damage, if you’ll recall), buy the proper materials, and fix it up. I was more than nervous about how they would put the damn thing back together. “Shouldn’t a seasoned RV professional do that kinda thing,” my brain asked, pointedly. “Maybe RVs just aren’t as complicated as a seasoned RV professional would lead you to believe,” my brain shot back, also pointedly.
The carpenter showed up on Wednesday of last week and promptly stated that they would do all the work from inside, without removing the front end, much to my relief. I was grateful they were honest about thinking that it wasn’t a good idea for them to take it off, because they weren’t sure they’d be able to get it back on properly.
By Friday at 6:30, they had ripped out and replaced our closet and did a great job to boot. I am impressed that four dudes were able to get it done in a relatively tight space in two days. They replaced a good amount of the wood framing, added extra support, put in all new insulation, and added brand spanking new walls and lovely edging. And sure enough I was right about there being a dead mouse in there. I suspect it wiggled up there when we were parked in West Virginia for a month without moving. Poor little guy. Glad he’s outta there now, though.
After that, the contractor added reinforced tape and plastic mesh for structure underneath a layers of waterproof sealant on our roof. All of that was then topped with 3 layers of another sealant.
The good news? We save a ton of money by getting repairs done here. The bad news? The repairs done on the roof ultimately were not the proper repairs we needed and did not stay sealed as the contractor swore up and down it would. They basically fixed the problem by covering the entire problem with more stuff, rather than fixing the underlying issue first.
Truth be told I knew it wasn’t the right fix, but I lost the steam to try to communicate why what they were doing was wrong, and I felt the contractor assumed that because I was a woman, I probably was overconcerned and didn’t know what I was talking about. Trust me when I say I’m not happy about being right; just disappointed I didn’t trust my own instincts more.
We’ve enjoyed many a meal, margarita, beer, and adventure with lots of great people here.
Thanks to the restaurant manager here, Victoria, I got to ride an ATV again! We rode through town, through the hills, to a private rocky beach at sundown then stopped for ice cream on the way back. YAS.
I also ventured to San Felipe Brewery with the kids from Away We Winnebago and a few other pals, ate many a shrimp taco at Adriana’s taco stand on the Malecón (thanks for showing us the way, Uncle Blair!), and got to experience the hot springs that bubble up through the sand at uber low tide around the rocky point at the end of the Malecón. Thank you to Victor, Jr. and Victoria for taking me there!
Travis made it back from New York, but not before losing his wallet on his last night there. He thought it had been stolen; turns out kid dropped it on the streets of Manhattan and an extremely kind person found it, looked him up on Facebook, and sent him a message to return it.
Travis, not being a Facebook checker, never saw the message. After flying from NYC to San Diego, running to the post office to send in our taxes (that’s right), making the bus to the border with minutes to spare, taking a second bus from the border to San Felipe, and settling in the following day, this kind soul looked ME up on Facebook and sent a message saying he had found the wallet and hopefully I would see the message.
The wallet contained all the cards and cash it originally did and this amazing human sent it back to us.
Also just to make things a little more complicated before leaving I found what seemed to be a lost or abandoned cat in the RV park the day before we left. As a person who loves kitties, I gave her food and tried to find her a place to go in the hours before heading to a birthday celebration for the RV parks owner, Victor and his family. Long story short, I found someone who would take care of her, thanks to Facebook. So two points for Facebook this week.
Wednesday morning we packed up and hit the road again after 5 weeks of sitting still. We said goodbyes to our RV park friends and sat at the border crossing for two hours, but made it none worse for the wear.
Next stop: Vista, CA and Sydney, Australia! 😀