We went from a car to the Alpine. I had however driven a farm tractor pulling a wagon
, and once in a while a few 24-26 box trucks. I was comfortable with our test drives of the Alpine on country roads.
It all changed when we took delivery and in 300 miles ended up in Salt Lake City at rush hour with K rails on our right. Patty
was just chatting away about how wonderful it was to be so high and see so far, plus just the fact of having a MH
. Pretty soon it was BLA BLA BLA
. I told Patty
that I couldn't talk with her, and I wasn't able to pay attention to her at all
. I had my hands full keeping the MH off the K rails and not sideswiping the car or truck to our left
. It was like the lanes were only as wide as the cars. I was constantly making lane adjustments....looking directly in front of me, then up at the traffic
By the time we arrived in Iowa I was able to drive the MH like I drove a car
. Of course, I'm still aware of the size of the coach, and when we get into heavy traffic, hills, unknown downgrades Patty knows I will always get quiet.