At this point you probably want to know how the deal went down. Alright, alright. The RV was listed in the Atlanta area craigslist for $2,500 dollars. Yeah…pretty cheap. The ad also stated that they were interested in a trade. They were looking for pretty much any vehicle that ran, or any combination of a list of items including: dog food, pipe tobacco, building supplies, and the list went on. As comical as the ad was, it did seem legitimate.
At that time my dad had conspired with me to sell his old truck, a 1993 Chevy S-10. He also wanted to get rid of the utility trailer, hoping for a package deal at a price of $2,500 dollars. A generous man, he was cutting me in for half of the deal. So you might be able to see where this is going.
I contacted the owners and asked if they were interested in the truck and trailer as a trade for the RV. They were totally on board and excited. They immediately had all kinds of ideas and plans for the truck. It had its problems, but they weren’t so afraid of it as they were the RV. The RV had just spooked them and seemed too complicated to maintain. So, they agreed to the trade, and dad agreed to the trade and me paying him what we would have gotten from selling the truck, less my commission. So, at the end of the day, I was essentially paying $1,250 for this class A motorhome. Assuming it ran, which it eventually did, I was astonished at how this deal worked out. You can hardly get a half decent car for that kind of money, much less a house and a car!
This is where it starts to get interesting. I knew the engine had fuel issues. The owners said they had some work done, having a fuel leak fixed, and after that, it just didn’t run right. It was lacking power and seemed to just bog down and never get up to speed. They called 
their mechanic back out to the house, and he replaced the fuel pump. Afterwards is when it wouldn’t start. (Which I determined was a dirty neutral safety switch) I assumed that it was otherwise good to go, since it started and seemed to run fine when I looked at it. So I drove back down to Griffin, GA in the old truck pulling the trailer to pick up the RV. I brought all kinds of tools and supplies to fix another fuel leak. Then I’d take it into town for new tires and I would be on my way. However, their description of the symptoms was at best in lay-terms. Which means I would end up having to carefully decipher the real story from the service history, what they told me they experienced and some real world testing.
On the way to get tires, it started doing that thing they had talked about. It just started losing power. The more I pressed the pedal, the less power it had. It acted like it was running out of fuel. I coasted into a gas station and put some gas in the tank. That’s when I started to put the picture together. The gas gauge didn’t move off of empty. Having a dual-tank system, I flipped the switch to the other tank which was supposed to have fuel in it, and it was showing empty too. So I kept it on the tank that I had just put gas in, since I knew how much was in there. I got back on the road, and it wasn’t any better. It would start and run fine, but at soon as I got up to speed or started going uphill, it would just bog down. There were a couple times I didn’t actually make it to the top of the hill, and it couldn’t seem to get enough fuel pumped up sitting on the hill to make any progress. That meant I had to back down the road and sling it into someone’s driveway, point the front end downhill, let it pump up and try again. Once I did it without the engine running-no power brakes, no power steering. I had to make my appointment at the tire shop, though.
When I got there, in the nick of time, I started thinking. I called Dad, and he suggested that it sounded like a clogged fuel filter. Walmart was just a short walk across the parking lot and they had filters.
That night, after it was done at the tire shop, 
I tried a new fuel filter. Which, didn’t work. My friend, who had accompanied me, and I gave up on it for the night and went to get some much needed food and a double gin and tonic. Through dinner I was searching for some answers online with my iPhone and texting the owners. Thank goodness I had a charger and thank goodness they agreed to let us bring the RV back if we couldn’t get it going. After that we went to Walmart and got a few supplies for the night including a Mr. Heater Buddy 
Walmart overnight camping experience. We
had very limited battery power, no running water, a couple cheap blankets and pillows, a six pack of beer and that little propane heater. About an hour after we settled in, it started pouring rain. Thankfully there were no leaks, and we stayed dry and warm all night. I woke up little before 8:00 the next morning and started working on the engine and doing more research. I was trying to find a carburetor rebuild kit, thinking it might be a problem with the floats. It had a new fuel pump and a new fuel filter. After a couple hours of searching to no avail, we limped back to the owners house. They let us take the truck back, until I could get back down there to fix Georgie.