My story- and true
About 25 years ago I had a new Coachman 36' motorhome and had bought a Jeep Cherokee to tow behind it 4 down. This was before I could even conceive of a rear camera mount. I was young (fairly anyway- work with me on that) and naive (thoroughly). I set up the tow arrangement myself. The tow bar connections were to the front bumper on the Jeep. Looked like a pretty stout hunk of steel that bumper did to me anyway. Never heard of any assisted braking system back then because--- as you know-- I was immune to anything. All one needed was to hook the Jeep up, slap on some safety cables, place the transfer box in neutral and Hi-oh Silver --- Away.
Worked great for about a year.
Then we went on a long trip up to Nova Scotia--I think it was about 1990. We had the MH full of us, the grandparents and kids.Jeep bringing up the rear.
After about 2 weeks of being all cooped up in the RV folks started getting grumpy and we turned south towards the barn somewhere up around Cape Breton. As we departed the area early one morning we were about the only ones on the road. The Mrs. was riding up front shotgun(and believe me she was in a foul mood that morning for some reason??), grandparents and wahoos holding down the rear and bouncing off the walls.
Mind you when towing the Jeep as we had no camera so we never knew if it was back there-- just hoped it was. Coming down a steep grade out of Cape Breton headed south I hear a substantial "crunching" sound-- repeated 2-3 - times. I look over to the "happy" co-pilot and politely ask her to please proceed to the rear window and see if she could see what was making that noise as I clipped along about 60 mph. The response was snarly and complimented with a statement something along the lines of "shut up and drive". I repeated my request very kindly but with more emphasis to which she concurred and sashayed to the rear of the MH.
Suddenly I hear this blood curdling scream from the back of the rig and sweet Momma is hollering "don't stop-don't stop. At this exact moment I glance into the drivers side mirror and notice the Jeep-- yes the JEEP --- you know the one I never had seen behind my rig before-had decided to pull out and attempt to pass me on the drivers side!
Laudamercy needless to say I was totally puckered at that point. I had no idea what to do. After about 3 seconds with the co-pilot screaming don't stop, I decided to let the rig coast down slowly and edge off the road-- Jeep pulling off to the left side. So far the Jeep had not whizzed by me.
I got it stopped and got out running to the back with no idea what I'd find.
The bumper was torn off- (shredded) and all that bound the Jeep and MH together was a sliver of steel about 1/2 inch wide. Safety cables were torn. But had somehow managed not to completely break.No damage thankfully to the MH.Front of the Jeep was not all that pretty.
The big Guy upstairs was sure with us that day!
The co-pilot was then assigned the job of driving the Jeep back to Georgia- I thought it was an appropriate opportunity for command?? We hit 3 welding shops along the way to try to fashion some sort of hitch connection. None worked until New Jersey. Then we made it home to Georgia with it attached to the MH.
I visited the local Jeep dealer upon my return. In that educational component of the story I learned that Jeep offers and suggested a special bracket for tow bar hook ups. I was a little late on getting that info.
Now many years later I have every safety and tow protection device available for my dolly toad and rig. Cameras , straps, chains everywhere, electric brakes, breakaway switches etc etc.
Oh by the way-- Momma hops pretty fast when I ask her to check a sound nowadays as we bounce down the road in our Itasca!And we're still together in spite of Jeeps after 41 years!