I mentioned a week ago that Jeff and Kyle went four wheeling. They took the motorhome and stayed the night. Came home the next day, no big deal.
Well, there was a little deal, okay, okay, a big deal when they returned.
We store the motorhome at the back of our property. Jeff, brought the camper home and in trying to manuever in a different way, was concentrating on not hitting the well we have. In doing so, he didn't hit the well. He did however, hit the apartment building. In doing so, it resulted in the side of our motorhome to look like this:
You have to understand, Jeff is extremely careful with all of his things. Everything has its place and everything is well taken care of. Our motorhome looks and smells brand new inside. This little accident did not make him happy.
My comments you ask? Well, first was "How the heck did that happen???" and deep inside I was thinking he needed to go have his eyes checked, I just couldn't figure it out.
After he explained it to me, my next comment was "That is what insurance is for. As much as you hate to make a claim, that is the point of it."
Now I didn't think to to take a picture of the building. Sometimes, my brain is on, sometimes, its not. I was able to sneak around the corner and snap these on Saturday morning though: