mtrain
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Hell of a day guys, last week.
I went to get Stranger {my twin turbo Ford 363, Mazda pickup} off the trailer where I was doing some body work, and fixing a few things hanging down from the bottom.
Well, I got my wife to make sure I was lined up with the off ramps, then I jumped in the truck, and pulled the emergency brake off.
Well, I started moving, at least I thought I was, tree's and shrubbery were passing by, then I heard my wife screaming. I thought I had ran over her. So I hit the brakes.
I didn't hit her, but I thought it was curious that I was still way off the ground, and moving. I found out WHY I was off the ground, and moving even though I had the brakes held down, it was because the damned TRAILER was MOVING.
Yes, my little truck and I were heading right for Eleanor who was parked in the garage just a bit down from us.
I really don't know what happened next, but for some reason I stopped. I think it was because I let my foot off the brakes, and the truck was still rolling off the trailer, and my rear wheels touched the ground, which made the whole works stopped when I stabbed the brakes for the 100th time.
I was about 6 FT from the garage when this happened, and about three inches from the side garage, for which I went down the entire length of two cars without ever touching it.
My wife was using words that would make Gen. George Patton proud, as was I. I tried to tell her to put some blocks behind the wheels so I could get out.
Then the other thing almost happened. I could see that the unsecured front of the trailer was aimed at the sky like Bob Glidden launching his pro stock Ford Fairlane in Pomona raceway.
I was able to get out of the truck without letting the front wheels of Stranger move from the rear of the trailer. I then grabbed some cinder blocks, and put them under the jack at the front of the trailer, then moved Stranger off the ramps.
Man, I was shacking all over, good thing I still believe in drinking.
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