Not the RV I’m sitting in. Our big booger weighs about 12,000 pounds when it’s empty.
I’m talking about this little red myPod, which we saw yesterday at the Austin RV Expo. It weighs 500 pounds! I most certainly do not, but I could still probably pull this cutie my own self.
When we hit the convention center floor in Austin, two things made it different from last week’s show in Houston (wrote about that one here and here):
To save time, we were prepared with a list of only three units we wanted to see and learn more about. A fourth got thrown in at the last minute, which means that somewhere in Austin, a Winnebago factory rep probably woke up with one helluva hangover this morning. Have I mentioned that Tim asks a lot of pointed and technical questions?
It’s Austin, not Houston. And by that I mean ATX has its own vibe, and it was palpable even at something as mainstream as an RV show.
Found some swag I liked, but did not buy. Photos are enough. Own less, and all that.
No, really. That’s how I tried to get out of there.
We went back to the Houston RV Show yesterday with a couple of RV-ing friends, Jay and Kris. I’d joked with Kris early in the day that if we couldn’t get our husbands to quit talking to sales reps (they are both big on asking questions, crawling underneath the chassis, and in short gleaning every possible detail about any rig that captures their interest), then we could try leaving — with other men.
And when the clock hit 7:55, at a show that ends at 8:00, and our two guys had started asking yet another rep yet another round of questions, Kris looked at me and said, “I think it’s time to try that trick. I’m doing it.”
Since it was my idea in the first place, what could I do but fall in step behind her?
And that is how two very bewildered Holiday World salesmen ended up walking us toward the convention hall exit, linked arm in arm like groomsmen escorting wedding guests down the aisle. Good sports those chaps, but then I think we made their day with our conspiratorial winks and “Can you just walk with me for a second while I explain…?”
Did it work?
Tim and Jay noticed right away, but then called our bluff by hollering loving sentiments like, “Good luck!” and “You get the mortgage along with her!”
Much laughter ensued — from our escorts and from a small assembly of bemused onlookers.
So I put Plan B into motion and flopped to the floor, feigning Death from RV Show.
That didn’t really work either, but hey, it made for a great story, eh?
Oh, and no, we did not buy a new RV. Someone had already bought the one we were most interested in, but we were impressed enough with it to continue researching the manufacturer, dealerships, options and pricing, so stay tuned!