The Trailer God is Angry

I HATE your trailer!

Last week I shared that, in the grips of a mid-life crisis, I hopped on a plane, flew to Denver and bought a camper.

And then, since I hadn’t exactly thought things through, I couldn’t figure out how to get it back to Kansas City.  I called a rental car company and asked if they had cars that would tow a camper.

“Yes and No,” he said.  “Our cars can tow a camper, you’re just now allowed to.”

I called U-Haul.

“Yes, we have pick-up trucks that you’re allowed to tow with,” he said.

“Great! I’ll take one of those.”

We started on the paperwork but only made it to the part where I’d be driving to Kansas City with it.

“Oh.  You’re not allowed to drive the pick-up trucks out of state,” he said.  “But, we can rent one of our moving vans.”

Arg!  I got on a plane and flew home spending the next few days trying to find some sucker friend to drive back out with me and pick up the camper.  I actually had a few volunteers for this boondoggle when my younger brother suggested I try that company from the show Shipping Wars.

This was several zip codes outside of my comfort zone, but once I’d purchased the camper I’d become a Wild Woman so thought, What the heck?  I’ll give it a try.

The first bid was $677 and I watched happily as the bids dropped in price.  That is until they hit the $400 range.  How could anybody drive a trailer 500+ miles and then return home for that price? I picked a transport “company” named B&K.  I talked to a nice young man named Kevin who promised he’d pick up the camper the next morning and get on the road.  I’d have my little mid-life crisis award within 24 hours.

Only, somewhere along the line I angered the Trailer God.  Maybe it was my description of the trailer.

When I told people I bought a camper, their eyes lit up they asked “You mean one of those shiny Airstream kinds?”

And I’d answer, “No, it’s more like the pimply-faced second cousin of the Airstream – an Aljoa.”

Whatever the cause of his displeasure The Trailer God sent his lightening bolt down to strike the trip.  Kevin emailed me to say his fuel pump went out but he’d have it repaired in a few hours and be on his way.  The next email informed me that it was a little bigger problem than a fuel pump and he’d have to wait for part and it would be 5-6 days before he could get on the road.

I called the brother who’d suggested the U-Ship-It place and he said with kindness and concern.  “I’m sure it will all be fine.”

I WISH that’s what he’d said.  His actual reply was. “Oh, man. You’ll never see that trailer again.  It’s a traveling meth lab by now.”

So, if any of you know anyone who buys meth – could you ask them to keep an eye out for my little Aljoa?  I wish I could tell you it looks like this.

MY IMAGINARY CAMPER

But it actually looks like this (which makes a much better mobile meth lab.)

MY ACTUAL 1955 ALJOA CAMPER

6 thoughts on “The Trailer God is Angry

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  3. Sherry

    I have faith the Trailer God will deliver it to your door today! Just let me know when I get to go with you… Loved catching up last night and can’t wait to hear your stories on Sunday!!

    Reply
    1. CrazieTown Post author

      Thanks for your faith in the process but still waiting. 😦 Now hoping for mid October but if not, one of my brothers has offered to drive out with me to rescue the poor thing.

      Reply

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