"Living on the lot"

The brochure pictures a motorhome nestled among a cluster of tall pines adjacent to a sun drenched lake. Morning breaks with dew covered grass while a roaring campfire warms the hands of a man in his “golden years” watching the sunrise. My thoughts go to his wife who is pictured standing in the open door of the RV. I imagine she is preparing to inform him that flapjacks smothered in maple syrup are on the table. As he enters his retirement home she would refill his coffee mug while the couple sits down to enjoy their breakfast gazing out their kitchen window at the mountains reflected in the blue water. They would sip their fresh orange juice caught up in quiet conversation. With the windows slightly ajar they might even hear a pair of loons calling to their young and an occasional woodpecker tapping out the day’s rhythms. Yes, THIS is what I want!
Retiring, buying our motorhome, and entering the world of full-time RVers was the first step toward realizing the dream of flipping those flapjacks beside that lake. After seven months am I any closer to this ideal scene? NO. In theory, I haven’t left the dealership parking lot! Let me explain.
Since June of this year we have been in and out of RV maintenance bays three times. On the surface that doesn’t seem to be excessive except consider the fact that when we entered the maintenance buildings our vehicle didn't leave for an average of two-three weeks and in one case over a month! What’s the problem you ask? After all, didn’t you purchase a NEW RV? The answer is yes! The problem is a combination of many things; one being the lack of parts on hand and the snail pace of receiving them when ordered. There are also various types of communication breakdowns. In addition when we arrive to pick the vehicle up, we end up actually living in our RV on the lot because all of the repairs are not complete to our satisfaction. The Country Coach, which we bought, has the following byline printed on all of its advertisements: The World’s Finest Motorcoaches. Pity those who purchase “the world’s average motorcoaches”! This company should have a brochure picturing the following scene.
The sun peeks over the roof of the RV dealership streaming into the window of a motor home which is parked under an awning on hard, cold cement. The couple inside wakes to the sounds of 18 wheelers roaring down interstate 40 and the 60s music being broadcast from speakers located on the lot entertaining “shoppers”. Eating their cold cereal at the breakfast table they can see from their kitchen window into the office of a sales manager as he makes his morning calls. People meander around the lot going into and out of various RVs for sale. The couple, whose residence is next to the showroom, hope no one is interested in their rig. If they open the door they'll find the occupants in their pjs. Once dressed their day consists of setting up a laptop at a table in the showroom catching up on e-mails while drinking machine coffee and waiting for news concerning the status of the maintenance on their motor home.
My advice to anyone buying a Country Coach? Memorize the address of your dealership so you can send it to friends and plan to spend your first year living on the lot!

Maybe we should upgrade. What do you think?