rattleNsmoke wrote:
What about your insurance company?? Aren't they going to give you enough to get another pickup truck even if you have to cough up some cash to do a deal?
My thoughts exactly, OP responded he is waiting on the insurance company now.
rattleNsmoke? you know, not everyone carries Full coverage on their vehicles. If the OP carried only the bare minimum, he could be "out" on getting any insurance repairs (unless it's deemed the accident was 100% caused by the other driver, then the insurance would fall on the party at fault). He could be waiting on a settlement from the other company too. And you know ... insurance companies are not willing to fork out ANYTHING ... often times have to go to court even ... and that could take months and months.
I feel for the OP. I think he's in a spot where only he can make these decisions. He wants to off-load his camper, his choice, I definitely understand that.
Edit:
We may never know everything about this event, and it's even possible the OP may want to give up driving a truck all together, and thus, give up his camper too ... (I'm just guessing). I do know, after experiencing an accident first hand, it does emotionally change one forever.
I was 16 years old. Got my first motorcycle. After about 5 months of ownership, I had a wreck. The motorcycle went off the road, and I did not at 60 mph. Nothing broken but my pride and a few parts on the motorcycle. I actually rode it back home, a bloody mess. A couple doctor visits later I finally had as much road tar out of my skin as possible, and today I still retain some interesting tatoo markings.
I fixed that motorcycle myself and continued riding through even two more motorcycles before going in the Army, getting married, kids, and realizing that type of lifestyle was no longer in my life.
But before giving it up for the Army, EVERY time I went to get on the motorcycle, nerves would hit me with full force and I'd have to make a mad dash for the bathroom (if you get my drift). This happened EVERY time, regardless of where I was or how recently I'd just been riding. It never went away.
Fast forward ... my son, now 24 years old gets a motorcycle. You guess it ... all I had to do was just LOOK at it and I had to make a bee-line for the bathroom! I couldn't look at it. It is now 44 years after I got baptized by tar, and to this day, all I have to do is see a motorcycle ... and NATURE calls!
Imaging the experience of a head-on collision!
