What are the odds that I would first, stop at a campsite, not something I intended to do as most do not accept dogs, secondly park next to the very person I would need, third have the camper break down in town on my way back to said campsite for a second night, and fourth have said person be kind enough and knowlegable enough to not only fix the exact problem with the gears, but to also solve the brake problem, the accelerator cable, the water pipes leaking and a few other things to boot. My camper was an accident waiting to happen and now George has made it whole again, he has also left it up to me to pay him what I think he was worth. She goes like a bomb, what a pleasure, no more crawling up hills at 20km an hour.
I want him to come and bring his skills and live on my farm.
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