Hey, you guys, remember when i posted about my new trailor I found? Well, this is my wifes story she sent to her parents on the subject!
John is always up to something. Some project or another. Never dull.
Well, the latest is that he was given a trailer that was used as a
concession stand during events on the base.
It has painted on it the air force logo, a six foot tall uncle sam, and
a tacky giant ice cream cone being licked by a three foot tongue.
Since the trailer is a home made job it couldn't be turned into DRMO as
government furnished equipment. It would have to be crushed as scrap so
John, always on the look out for a bargain, said, "Hey! I'll take it!"
So on Saturday we both went to get the trailer. John in the truck and I
in my car so that I could drive behind it with my flashers on being that
the trailer has no lights.
The first thing we did was shoot both flat tires of the trailer with
"fix a flat". As soon as we did that I realized that hey, we gotta hook
up the trailer fast and roll these wheels or the fix a flat will lie
like a blob in the bottom of the trailer tires.
We couldn't lift the trailer (should have been a warning) onto the
trailer hitch so using a floor jack and several chunks of cord wood we
found, we finally got it hooked up.
John suggested we do a test drive in the parking lot to sort things out
and get a feel for the trailer.. I was certainly all for that since I
had never seen such a crookedy, top heavy trailer in all my life and
didn't trust it one bit.
Like good responsible citizens of Americas Highways we initiated the
After rolling about a foot and a half at 2mph, John stopped abruptly and
hollered out the truck window, "Rides like a dream!! Let's GO!!" and
with a jolt he starts for the exit of the parking lot.
Omigod, I want to kill him.
Bouncing and leaning from side to side the roof flapping in the breeze;
roof shingles rising like airbrakes we set off at 15mph. I had not
noticed until now that the wheel base was only about 5 ft. wide. The
trailer was about 7ft. wide. Not good. I also noticed that there was a
definite negative camber on the left wheel and none on the right. What
did that mean...bent axel??? This bargain wasn't looking so bargainish.
John picked up speed to 35 mph and that darn trailer started bouncing
and rocking all over the place. The roof flapping picked up an alarming
tempo and the trailer looked like it was going over any second now. I
needed to tell John to slow down. Of course we had responsibly worked
out hand gestures and honks to communicate any distress during our trip
since my cell phone died and I couldn't call him.
I could think of one hand gesture for John that would communicate my
distress real good but, it wouldn't help matters. I tried to honk at him
but, he didn't seem to hear me. I needed to pull up next to him but
didn't want to pull up next to that trailer and get squashed when it
pitched over. We had a left turn to make onto Bacon Switch Rd. When
John made that turn that's when I pulled up beside and told him what I
had seen from the rear. I barked at him to slow down, darn it.
ESPECIALLY since up until this point we had been traveling on brand new
repaved road- smooth as a baby's butt.
Bacon switch is pot holed, lumpy and narrow. Omigod... and there is a
train track to cross.
So we start down Bacon switch, lumbering along at 15 mph. I know that
John won't be able to continue at that crawl. Its not in his nature.
Sure enuff, he starts going faster. The trailer is pitching and rocking
and one wheel actually comes up off the ground and I think, "this is it!
Its going over." But it didn't! I pulled up next to John again and
holler at him to slow down!!
Three times on the trip home I have to pull up next to him to slow him
down. We make it over the train track and covered the rest of the
distance to our house.
Oh blessed relief! Oh Hurrah and yea! We made it. Now what? What to
do with this hunk of prize, so lovingly dragged home.
John wants to make a gypsy vardo out of it and sell fishing lures.
Cool, I think. Very cool! What a guy. What cool projects.
A gypsy Vardo. Yup, that's cool.
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