eyeteeth wrote:
Spoke with the inspector today... finally. I think I like the guy. I don't remember his exact phone questions.. but essentially... it was something like.
Do you have an RV? - Yes
Is it parked in your driveway? - Yes
Are all the tires inflated? - Yes
Does it run? - Yes
Well, I don't see much of a problem then... don't pull the motor before I formally inspect and you'll be fine. Won't be this week, but probably next week sometime.
Then we chatted on the phone for about 10 minutes trading neighborhood stories.
We'll see what happens.
Eyeteeth,
I like the guy already. When he said "don't pull the motor" I think
that cinched it. You're good. I had double trouble living in town- from parking my RV (behind a six foot high privacy fence, mind you...) and all my antennas and towers. Everybody hates a ham radio operator in the 'hood. Almost as bad as they hate seeing the JW's going door to door. The antennas and towers are eyesores, and the reason their TV signal is messed up? Running all them radios...
If you have a neighborhood or property owners association to deal with, it's worse. Those folks get militant. And they can be quite picky about all their little bylaws and stuff. I got around all that, with a visit to the neighborhood elementary and junior high schools. In the elementary school a ham buddy and I set up to receive and talk to the International Space Station. Very brief but fun, and a lot of space folk are hams.
The junior high demo was cool- we took an excerpt from The Tonight
Show with Jay Leno that had two groups pitted against each other-
in one corner, two young men, late teens who were text-messaging champions. In the opposite corner, two ham operators set up to send and receive Morse code. Both groups had the same message. Modern technology versus 150+ year old code via carrier waves, and three guesses as to who won. And the first two guesses won't count.
We repeated the show format, selecting two students who were fast text messagers, and we set up our gear. The football coach provided the message to send and receive. With the same results. We described different aspects of community service hams perform, and I had pictures of the Kobayashi Maru looking like a large white hedgehog, bristling with antennas, with a magnetic banner on its side that read "Mobile Radio Communications Center/Amateur Radio Emergency Services. I made sure to park the Koby, washed and appropriately regaled and bristling menacingly, on the street two days before the school demos.
The result? Kids say the darndest things. Nothing further was said
about either the Koby or the antennas. Whenever the cable company would come out for "signal interference problems" they would assure the parties affected that it wasn't caused by the "crazy radio guy"
in the neighborhood. It finally reached a point that the cable company sent out a letter on the subject to their subscribers.
That was some needless stuff to endure. I guess if it doesn't say "Prevost" or "MCI" and look like something a rock star would tour
in, you're game. Probably, at the center of it all, truth be told, it's just eating a hole through their miserable little selves that you have something they wish they did, and it's paid for. Like a line
from an Alice Cooper song: "Some folks live for no reason."
Hang in there- things have an odd way of turning out for the best.
"Illegitimi non polvo de Carborundum sans tu permiso"
Mark
1972 Mobile Traveler 20' Dodge B300 Class C
"The Kobayashi Maru" Trans- Prarie Land Craft
"Requiescat in pace et in amore..."
