Author: Jon Los

So, there I was, alone in my house, and I had just received my income tax return. It was the first money I had seen in months while waiting for WCB to decide if they believed I had something wrong with my arms. The fact that my left arm was in constant pain and numb…

As we were progressing in the building of the Peterbilt RV, Anne said that it was sink or swim for us, that she was no longer going to invest any more money. So, we had no choice but to hustle and get one or both of the units sold, asap. Our brand spanking new Peterbilt,…

Winter was settling in and I was almost dead. My wife was spending our money faster than I could make it. Our second child, my daughter Christina, was born while I was on the road. I was on a treadmill that I couldn’t get off of. And my new faith was being sorely tested. I…

A couple of 1:25 scale models that I built, hoping to make them in 1:1 scale. Anne was getting nervous. She’d already bankrolled me to the tune of almost half a million dollars, and we still hadn’t sold anything. And just to make life interesting, my wife was pregnant with our first child. Which, under…

Richard, for all his faults, was really trying to get our business off the ground. We had what seemed to be endless meetings with potential investors. And it’s funny how talking to one person leads to another, which leads to another, and so on. One fellow we talked to said he knew an investment group…

And there it was, a brand new 1990 Peterbilt 357 motorhome, complete with an Allison automatic transmission, a 3306 Cat diesel, and air-ride suspension front and back. The coach had a washer and dryer, a full sized bathtub, and every possible gadget I could think of. It really was a beautiful unit. It took a…