This time it looked a lot better. Maybe because it was now mine. As before, it started easily. While it was warming up, I adjusted the outside mirrors. Then checked to make sure all the drawers and cabinet doors in the back were closed. Satisfied everything was secure, I buckled my seat belt, put it in gear, and eased out of the parking lot. Driving the motorhome was a lot different than driving the Toyota pickup. It was wider, longer, taller, and definitely heavier. It didn't lack any power though. The Ford V-10 could quickly get it up to speed. Stopping was another matter. Not that it wouldn't stop, just that it took more room to stop. Which was to be expected of a vehicle weighing almost six tons. The brakes felt strong, no softness in the pedal. Just needed more room to stop. And more room to turn. Not a big problem, but something to be aware of. It took me about 20 minutes to get through traffic and reach the State Revenue office. Parking was tight, but I was able to find three empty parking spaces and pulled in cross ways to fit. Getting the registration and tags was the hassle it always is.
