Shannon and I headed back to Champaign a couple days ago to drop off our stuff that was claimed by the family. While we thought we had gotten rid of a lot, we were still pretty loaded down – a full car, a truck fully loaded with a bed strapped to the top, and a uhaul trailer. We probably looked something a kin to the Beverley Hillbillies.
With such a full load I wasn’t quite sure how my old truck was going to do. When I pulled out of the driveway and had trouble accelerating to 25mph I got a little bit concerned; the smoking back axle wasn’t a good indicator either. Turns out I am dumb, which is good, because the only mechanical hindrance was the application of the parking break to the back tires. Whew. Other moving joys included a flapping topper door which led to a renegade pillow on the interstate and parking next to a toxic spill at the rest area. Glad all that is over with.