Monday, January 12, 2009
Bon voyage and the aborted homecoming
This morning I hooked up the 66 Overlander and took her down to the Port of Baltimore. She went to a facility that deals almost totally in used vehicles. They were lined up bumper to bumper in mile long rows. Dozens and dozens of rows of used cars. There was also a great deal of heavy equipment. Excavators, graders, bull dozers, all used and waiting to be put on a boat.
I was escorted to an area with motor homes and many power boats on trailers. The escort told me to back in next to a fairly long cigarette boat and unhook. The bumper was literally five feet from the water. A million dollar view of the Baltimore Harbor. After I unhooked and took off my temporary tow lights I was handed a stamped paper and told she belonged to them now. So the only logical thing to do was to go fetch Anna. This is where things went drastically wrong.
I have been storing her at my good friend Micheal's house. I backed across the yard and hooked on. Checked all my lights, made sure everything was secure, and started forward. The truck went forward about four feet and lost traction. I put it in reverse and gently tried to go backward. I went about Three feet and lost traction again. I tried going forward and nothing. I unhooked and still no traction. I had my jack so I jacked up the entire side and set the wheels on boards. The boards were all wet and the tires slipped right off repeatedly. I did this three times and went into a rage. During that rage I floored it and out of the mud came the truck. I will try again on Wednesday when the ground will have frozen for a couple of days.
Sorry Anna, you have to spend a few more days away from home...