Our sweet Clarissa,

Oh Clarissa (Martin’s name for our RV). You were so beautiful, pictures on your side and running strong like an RV should. We don’t know what we said to make you mad but we are sorry. You didn’t have to go breaking an oil injector on us. Good thing Martin is such a caring man and resolved our little feud with some help from that man with a lot of tattoos at the repair shop. We missed having you in Charlotte.

Love,

Brett and Cam

The above statement was a little letter we decided to write to our RV.

Oh what a day what a day.  As we were driving from Atlanta to Charleston, our RV’s check engine light turned on.  Our wonderful driver, Martin, pulled over and we tried to decipher what the issue was, and how it could be solved.  This came to no avail.  We decided to continue on our mission to compliment the people of Charleston, but at a much slower pace.  We arrived at the hotel around one in the morning, two hours after our original time of arrival.  We woke up for another early set of interviews and headed to the ABC studio.  After a great interview wi