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Click Here for to see preliminary Salem 2010 Schedule


 

At this writing, we are in the final days of preparation for the Greensboro, North Carolina Rally.  I mention this because we should not forget the time and effort that goes into a Monaco International Rally.  For over a year, the Rally Masters, Marty and Cathy Kimball, have been working on the rally.  Cathy said her den is completely filled with boxes and other rally materials.  There is one file, of many files, with over 500 emails on the rally.  Every day they get calls from members, vendors, committee chairpersons, Greensboro Coliseum staff, Monaco staff, key rally personnel, and me.   Through it all they are juggling dozens of balls at the same time, and making sure that none of them hit the floor (or at least, they are picked up on the first bounce). 

 

If you have ever volunteered for a major project, you know that it comes at a price.  Volunteer work is not free.  It usually cost the volunteers in both time and money.   So next time you see any rally master, past or present, please take the time to say thank you.

 

So, Ellen and I were in the motorhome traveling south on the Interstate one afternoon and the engine stopped running.  Dash lights came on and buzzers sounded off.  One red dash light said “STOP” which was an obvious harbinger of what was going to happen, since the engine was not running.  As you may know, it is always an exciting time when we sit disabled along side the highway.  Thank goodness for my engine analyzer.   The engine diagnostics flashed that I had lost power to pins one and two of the Electronic Control Module (EMC). 

 

Another screen on my engine analyzer said the engine battery was at 11.9 volts.  However my house batteries were well charged and had a high voltage reading.  As I have done in the past, I turned to the Monaco Technical Advisors for assistance.  Kyle Wilson confirmed my problem and offered details on how to solve it.  The conclusion – the alternator was charging, but the engine battery was not receiving the charge.  We started the generator and used it to supply voltage to the engine battery.  We pressed and held the battery boost (Kyle says not to hold it for more than a few minutes or the solenoid may overheat) to give more voltage to the engine batteries.  The engine cranked and we were on our way.  Fear and trepidation traveled with us the rest of the day.

 

And now, the rest of the story…  The alternator voltage travels through an isolator which sends it in two directions.  The diodes in the isolator were open on one side and the voltage charge did not reached the engine battery.  I replaced the isolator that night (I carry a spare isolator), and everything was as good as new.

 

My wife insisted that I add this footnote to the failed engine story (in her words):  “As soon as I saw the screen on his engine analyzer that said the engine battery was at 11.9 volts, I felt that it was my co-pilot duty to inform Art what the problem was?  “It was the isolator!  “After all, this makes the 4th isolator that “we” have installed. “We carry a back up isolator!  “But, we had to test everything.  “Ladies, I think he was trying to find another reason for our problem.  “After all the testing was done, it was the isolator!  “I was right!”

 

Ellen and I left Florida to go to a Fourth of July party in Michigan.  Eleven hundred miles for a party (with diesel close to $3.00 a gallon) seem like an expensive trip or one heck of a great party.  Actually, it was both.  I have reached that time in life were siblings are the key to memories of long ago.  Whenever, we get a chance to get together, the party brings good times of both now and then.   The seven brothers and one sister get along well and enjoy each others’ company.  Sometimes in life the intangible rewards are the best.  So it is with each trip to Michigan.

 

I have put my Monaco International, President placard on the coach.  So the next time you are traveling down the road and pass me, don’t forget to honk.  I use to say, “When I pass you, I will honk.”  However, with the price of diesel, everyone passes me.

 

Hope to see you soon.

 

Art Brighton