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| R TERRY
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I have become addicted to air fresheners. Aerosols, pull-top solids, plug-ins, scented candles, potpourri this and that—you know, baskets of leaves, bouquets of dried flowers, any combination of smelly whatever bunched together in some potent package of olfactory you-name-it. I didn't mean for this to happen, it was just a matter of survival. Whoever built this bus put the septic vent pipe from the black water holding tank only 24 inches from the ceiling vent fan in the bedroom. If I wasn't careful which way I blasted air through the fan—into the bus or out of the bus—, no amount of potpourri could keep me and anyone else in the bus from being reminded that I lived in a fully self-contained mobile apparatus. (Key Word: SELF-CONTAINED.) Therefore, the rear ventilation fan ALWAYS had to push air out of the bus. That in itself was a problem. Air going out had to be replaced with air coming in. Some law of physics, I think—I'll have to ask my kids about that. The most appropriate place for that to happen would be as far away from the holding tank vent pipe as possible, i.e., the front of the bus. The forward ceiling vent fan usually got the job—that is, until it sucked in the diesel fumes from the seeping fuel tank, a situation that permeates my tiny patch of paradise with the unmistakable aroma of a Greyhound bus station. Pass the Glade! One day I noticed a black stand pipe about 18 feet high behind the guy in the RV space next to me. "Hey, Bob! What's that sticking out of the ground there?" "That's the sewer vent pipe for the whole park." "You're kiddin'! And they put that behind your rig?" "Yeah, I told ya—they HATE me here!" That's for sure. Once when I was in San Francisco, I saw a huge sign painted on the side of a building that read, "Do you think smoke knows how to stay in the 'No Smoking' section?" Then it occurred to me that the sewer stand pipe wasn't just behind Bob's RV, it was next to mine! So that's it! I'm living in Sewer City, depending on which way the wind blows. Oh, man! Well, at least I have company. Poor Bob. There was a certain amount of satisfaction in finally realizing that all this air juggling with the vent fans and my unceremonious dependence on scented candles wasn't entirely my fault. Rather, it was simply a fact of life, such as it was, a product of my own set of circumstances, pleasant or otherwise. Yet, as I looked out upon the landscape of fancy RV's temporarily calling this "neck of the woods" home, I couldn't imagine anyone else having this problem. Think about it—fancy RV; Salvage Yard on Wheels. No, chances are, I'm the only one with this problem. Bummer. Plug in another Air Wick. One evening while filling the fresh water holding tank, I noticed a large crack in the flexible tubing that connected the vent pipe to the holding tank. Oh my gosh, no wonder! There it was, all that misery seeping out of that broken vent tube. Finally, an answer that made sense. What a relief! That will be an easy fix, I thought. Open up the ceiling vents, toss out all those air fresheners, scented candles, and bales of potpourri. FRESH air for a change! I can't wait! The next day, with tool in hand, I grabbed the offending flexible tube and began taking it loose. At that moment, the top of the hundred gallon black water holding tank caved in. OH CRAP! Now, at last, I fully understand the problem. The Salvage Yard on Wheels—bless its stinky little heart—has once again lived up to the character, if not fragrance, of its spectacularly descriptive moniker. But I feel so much better now. In the process of doing so, it has reaffirmed the crazy notion that there is a reason for everything. Pass me a gas mask. R TERRY | ||
| Mike (Busone)
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Sewer has got to be one of the worst smells in the world. Our old house was less than a mile from the sewer plant. It was one of the old style open pond treatment plants. Whenever A storm would be comning in the nice aroma would waft over to our neighboorhood. It was espically fun in the summer when the winds blew the flies over. Good luck with your tank woes. | ||
| Larry & Lynne Dixon (Larry_d)
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Smell is bad,the 4905 and an old Class C we have, both seemed to have a bad sewer smell. I handled both with a short piece of PVC pipe, a coupler and a PVC Tee connected to pipe exit on top, ran the Tee perpindictular to the coaches. This causes a suction while traveling down the road and even if there is a little wind when standing. I also put one on the gray tank. This hase cured all of the bad smells in both the coach and the Class C. Hope this may help someone else, it has made our traveling so much nicer. Very inexpensive fix for sure. Larry 4905 |
