Consider this. You’re hauling a house down bumpy roads, all the while it’s twisting and turning. Kind of like your house going through an earthquake, except instead of lasting a few minutes, it goes on non-stop for hours at a time …. Over and over and over, every time you go anywhere. It’s always a joke that rv’ers have a cup full of pins, screws and miscellaneous pieces they find on the floor and have no idea where they came from, until something big falls onto the floor. Then it’s like, “Oh, now we know where those screws go!”