On a recent trip to the Lake District “Jane” (my satnav) decided to tell me to “Turn right in 300 yards” and direct me off a nice large road and send me down an unclassified single track road (with the occasional passing place) for the final twelve miles of the journey to the campsite. The single track road was tight (obviously), twisty, had stone walls both sides, was tree lined and went up hill and down dale. It was a road I wouldn’t have even driven down in a car, let alone a motor home I have only owned for a few months and only done 500 or so miles in (on big wide roads), but once I was on it that was it, and there was no turning back. The Accordo is 6m long, and a low line (which is good because I came across loads of overhanging tress and had I been in a high motor home the roof would have been scratched to s**t) so it really isn’t that big, but it was far too big for such a tiny road, in my opinion.
Those 12 miles were the most stressful 12 miles I have ever driven and they seemed to take forever too. Because of inclines/declines, and the fact that I was not enjoying the drive (and worried what was going to happen if I met an oncoming vehicle) I was in second gear most of the time, and the Accordo 120 didn’t appear to be liking very much, although it behaved itself.
I did meet three cars on the road, the first of which found a gap and let me through The second of which was some a*** ***e in a white BMW who decided that he had more right on the road than I did and continued coming down the road forcing me in to the vegetation and the screeching sound of vegetation scraping along the motor home. What is it about BMW drivers bullying people out of the way and thinking they own the road – I have to point out here that up until very recently I drove an X3 and before that I had two 320ds and before those a Z3, so I am a BMW driver myself who has never had the “BMW attitude” so I am well within my rights to say this about other idiots in BMWs.
The third car I met I simply stopped, slowly pulled over as far as I could go without hitting the stone wall or scarping my van and sat there, and let him do the work. This was some old bloke who started mouthing off and waving his arms in the air, until he drew up alongside me when all of a sudden he stopped mouthing off, looked straight ahead and crept past. Why do people do this? If you’re going to mouth off at me, that’s fine but I would respect you more if you actually did it when came alongside me and said it to my face. To do it before I have a chance to respond and then suddenly stop is nothing but cowardly and shows a lack of balls. I have met teen women drivers with bigger balls than this old bloke, and I have to say that I respect the teen women far more than I do this old codger. Oh well……………
Once we reached the campsite the first thing I checked was the satnav’s settings, to try and see why it took me off a nice big road to a tiny. The ordinance survey map we have of the area (bought for sorting out day trips) shows that had we stayed on the big road we would have gone around the houses a little, and covered a few more miles, but we would have ended up coming in to the campsite from the other direction. This would have suited me fine, especially since had I stayed on that road I wouldn’t have been crowded over in the vegetation by the a*** ***e in the BMW. Checking the Satnavs settings I couldn’t see any reason why it took me this way, and I don’t like it.
This stressful experience has shown me that we need to plan our routes better, and also carry a road map with us in the Accordo at all times. I used to be able to rely on the old satnav but this doesn’t appear to be the case with this new one. This new satnav seems to have a mind of its own and I have no idea what size of roads it is going to take me down, which is very worrying.
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A total motor home newbie with a six year camping background in a folding camper. A keen blogger sharing my experience of researching, choosing, buying and owning a motor home. and every thing that goes with it.
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