When Good Trailers Go Bad
July 27th, 2006 | Published in Blog Thoughts | 10 Comments
If something always goes wrong when you move (and something always goes wrong when you move) perhaps that something is now out of the way. Two hours later my dad called me from some mountaintop 13 miles outside of Cumberland, Maryland to tell me the wheel fell off the trailer. Literally. It feels like the wheel’s might fall off (stress and all) but this one actually did fall off. So he drove the 13 miles into town rented a u-haul trailer drove back and transferred goods from one bad trailer to one good trailer. Thankful, of course, that nothing happened to my dad in the process. Thankful that two of the brothers from church will make the two hour trip up there today to reclaim the trailer that I gave them last night.
The truck arrives today and we begin loading. What time should I expect you to arrive?
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July 27th, 2006 at 6:40 am (#)
Madison and Reese are taking notes on what is expected of a Dad. Your Dad has set the standard pretty high, and I feel sorry for you.
We will be praying that the rest of the big move is actually boring.
July 27th, 2006 at 7:29 am (#)
“Central Movers.” That is the name we’ve hung on the group of men who move folks in our church. In fact, when our present youth minister moved here from near Parkersburg, West Virginia, I along with several others of the “Central Movers” drove to West Virginia arriving around 3pm, loaded up the U-Haul, and made it back to Virginia before we crashed for the night. We got up the next morning and brought youth guy and stash home to beautiful Cocoa.
If you ever decide to come to Cocoa from the West Coast, now that will be a challenge for the Central Movers.
I agree with Peggy. May the rest of your Dad’s trip be uneventful.
July 27th, 2006 at 9:05 am (#)
I’m there in spirit……….does that help any??
July 27th, 2006 at 9:14 am (#)
Wish I were there. I know how strong the desire gets to just “give it all away”. I could make a killing if I could get it back to Lausanne.
Love you guys.
July 27th, 2006 at 11:08 am (#)
I’d help you pack, but then where would I sleep?
Is the trailer worth repair? Your dad had his heart set on having that trailer. Which brings up the point: Never buy a cheap guitar! Some day your dad may want your guitar and you don’t want to pass on a piece of junk!
So I think we can all learn a valuable lesson from this. See you later, I’m off to Guitar Center. . . . .
July 27th, 2006 at 11:41 am (#)
I wish I could help. But there is a heat advisory. So I’m not allowed to leave the house.
July 28th, 2006 at 7:45 am (#)
On one of our moves (occupational hazard), the U-Haul guy rented us a truck that they had just overhauled, but somehow had forgotten to refill the radiator. 15 miles down the road the engine literally melted down and they had to come tow us to the next town and repack our truck (24 ft) into another 24 foot truck plus a 10 foot trailer (I pack tight). It was definitely “an adventure in moving.”
Sorry for the difficulties you’re going through - I’ll be praying for God’s mercy through the remainder of the move.
July 28th, 2006 at 5:38 pm (#)
At least he didn’t turn his whole rig around in the road like I did with our travel trailer a few years ago. That’ll put the fear of the Adonai into you.
Glad no one was hurt and everything worked out.
Peace.
July 28th, 2006 at 7:09 pm (#)
All of this makes me really look forward to our move. Of course we are only moving seven miles, but I guess lots can happen in that short distance. I hope your stuff gets there in good shape. When we moved back from Texas, we broke one mirror and one pull off of our entertainment center. The breaking of the mirror was going to cost us seven years bad luck, but I got a good lawyer who got us off in three. God bless you my brother.
July 30th, 2006 at 8:47 am (#)
Hi, long time no talk. I find I will have very little to do over the next few months so I may become a regular on you site.
Your blog reminded me of the summer we were helping Mom and Dad take some things from B’ham to Sheffield. We had a small trailer attached to the back of our car. We got to the railroad tracks that separated Sheffield from Muscle Shoals. As we crossed the tracks I looked back and said, “There goes the trailer.” It had come unhitched and went sailing across a field (not too far). This was before cell phones, so Dad had no idea we had lost the trailer until he and Mom got to Grandmama’s and we didn’t show up. He came looking for us and was rather ticked that we were sitting there laughing hysterically at our misforturne (or something Rex had said, can’t remember).
Wish I could be there to help you move - I have become very good at it.