When the day came to return to Red Bay and have repairs done, we packed up the RV, now being kept in a covered storage, and began the long drive back to the manufacturer.  Several items had made it on to our list for repairs, the top item being the roof rails.  They were to be replaced and repainted during our week stay.  Again, Wal-Mart was a gratefully accepted parking space to spend the night and we did some last minute late night shopping before continuing on our journey.

Our experience at Red Bay was much as it had been the first time.  Row upon row of Tiffin’s parked and waiting for repair in this tiny dusty town of nothing to do.  Because there were so many “snow birds” that had one year warrantee work to do, we didn’t get priority so all that was fixed was the rails and some small items and we were told that it would be another week before they could paint the rails.  The answer, totally unacceptable as we both had to get back to work the next week, forced me to ask to speak with the head honcho and was told that Bob Tiffin, the owner, was in his office.  Off I went to speak with the owner. Bob Tiffin was not the unapproachable official looking CEO that I thought I would find.  Instead, sitting in a huge partially finished office, I found a soft spoken elder gentleman that was more than happy to work out an agreeable plan to get our rails painted at whatever facility was closest to our home.  I relaxed and we chatted while he wrote up a letter stating that the work would be done no charge, under warrantee and to contact him if there were any problems.  I left, thanking whatever twist of fate caused me to fall in love with the Allegro Bus floor plan and thinking that I would rest easier knowing that the owner really did stand behind his products.

There is not much to do in Red Bay besides taking a tour of the manufacturing plant and that experience was done our first trip.  John and I were getting a bit board sitting around the waiting room so we roamed around the area and the front desk told us that the Coon Hound Cemetery was the only attraction in the Red Bay area.  If you have ever been to this part of Alabama, you’ll agree that the Coon Hound Cemetery becomes a destination when there’s nothing else for miles around. We drove up into the hills to find this attraction and the drive was beautiful.  We arrived and John snapped dozens of pictures.  The only thing I can compare it to is  Asian visitors to Waterway Square.  Each night they would be taking pictures in groups and I would offer to take all their pictures when we passed by on our nightly dog walks.  That neon lit bridge down the street from our house was in picture albums all over the world.  They took dozens of pictures as did John.

Our trip home was uneventful and we returned to our solidly-attached-to-the-ground home with more lists of things left to do before we set off on several test runs to work out any kinks.  The roof and additional items were repaired and we began to plan for our first long distance trip, a Tiffin Rally in Hot Springs Arkansas.