Strange title, I know. This poor abused sweetheart was abandoned and abused and left on the side of the road. My husband saw it on a side street in a busy town near us. He told me about it, knowing my passion for owning a vintage camper. Not too long after, he saw it again.
He does computer work and was working with a local tow company when it turned up in their lot. He asked what they were going to do with it. Since it was abandoned, they had to keep it a certain amount of time then they would probably send it to the crusher. NO!! Put my name on it immediately!
After the allotted time, and considerable amount of red tape, the camper is mine.
First step: build a fire and start throwing stuff in. It was a disaster. Bedding and stinky mattresses, food containers, needles and a smell I just can't describe.
My mission was to take out the hundreds of screws and nails that were randomly put in the walls. Screws were taken out of the windows and put in the walls to hold up who knows what.
There wasn't a single window that wasn't broken. Poor thing.
There's water damage, but won't see how bad until the next step.
After the inside was cleaned out, the next step was to remove the windows and doors so the aluminum skin can be taken off. Easier said than done! Someone in the past had removed all of those and reinstalled them with so much silicone it took a heat gun to take it off. What a job! My poor father in law was drenched when he was done.
That's where we are for now. Next is try to remove the front skin and see how bad
the water damage is.
