Just a few miles into the trip to
Maybell, CO a portion of the trailer separated from the frame. The previous
owner had “fixed” this once.
The trailer, made in Denmark in 1958, has
seen some hard miles.
Channeled my inner ranch kid and secured
the trailer to the frame with a ratcheting tie down. Gave some thought to
continuing but decided the prudent action was to return to base. Shocking, I
know.
WSF being prudent!
Will miss seeing all the clan. Won’t miss
all the, “Hi. Is Colleen (my sister) with you?” A not too subtle reminder of my
place in the clan favorite matrix.
Maybe next year.
One of my buddy Santa Claus' sons is an
oilfield welder. Paul will have him look at it and see what can be done.
Decision time.
Damn, I have a lot of challenges with RV’s.
While I was futzing around in a turn out
area, a man came up and made a welfare inquiry. Said they saw me on my back and
were concerned. Nice of them, I thought.
It has been so long since I’ve rigged a ratcheting
tie down, after five tries, I got out the instructions.
Damn, frayed the corners of my man card today.
16 comments:
Well crap. Definitely smart to turn back. Sorry you missed out on family time, though.
I'm disappointed. Just hope I don't end up going to several funerals this year. Last year was too much. Much rather see them in person!
No "truck repair" or farm equipment repair place that could have welded it for you?
Damn shame to miss the gathering....
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. You had no choice but to abort and make it back with the weary trailer. However, you COULD have turned around and tent camped. Yes, you'd have been miserable, but the relatives could have seen you miserable and they'd have had something to talk about and carry them over. (I'm projecting my relatives' reaction on you)
Slim chance on a Saturday.
I've slept in the back of the truck many times. My relatives give me shit, and will continue until I start bringing up their misadventures. Finding a safe place to drop the trailer was my major concern.
I think you made the right call! And a little fraying of the card gives you character, lol.
Some close to me think I'm too much of a character, just saying.
Glad the folks checked on you while you were on your back. I would think that all the cussing would have kept them at arms leangth ready to run.
Ya think?
Smart move, IMHO. Not worth the chance of a bigger problem!
Spent about thirty minutes running scenarios in my head. Prudence won out.
Sounds like you made the smart/prudent decision.
>A not too subtle reminder of my place
My friend Peter is known to his (Greek) countrymen by his birthname of Petros. Through Peter I met a number of Boston-area Greeks in the medical and dental rackets. Whenever I run into a particular one of them (this would be YOU, Nick, not that I'm naming names or anything :-), I am greeted effusively with: "Mike! Wonderful to see you again. So, how is Petros doing?"
I actually look forward to running into Nick, not only because he's a genuinely nice guy (after we get The Petros Update taken care of we have a pleasant conversation), but also to see how long the TPU streak lasts. It's been a good 20 years so far.
Spoke to my sister this morning. She said people kept asking her if her brother was with her.
Wise decision, and a little fray on the ol card is better than no card at all.
I'll be hearing about it from the 30+ relatives there for years to come.
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