What the truck?

I’m driving a 16-foot truck. I’m terrified.

Did I ever mention that I’ve driven various incarnations of the Honda Civic since I was 18? I get nervous when I drive Mo’s rav-4, the family’s “big” vehicle. So a monster moving truck is way out of my comfort zone.  Not to mention the comfort zone of everyone in a 2-block radius.

But I have to get it home to pack, so I creep along. All surface streets, no freeways. Right lane, much prayer, the adrenalin rush of a bungee jumper who has just realized he forgot to tie a knot.

All’s well till the last intersection. I think I can make it through, but I have woefully mistimed. I brake hard. Too hard. There is a horrible crash just behind me. The impact is so violent that it jolts me in my seat. Oh, shit.

I sit stunned for a moment at the red light, collecting myself. How could this happen? We haven’t even started the stupid trip and I’ve already had an accident. Then it hits me: The guy behind me must be in really bad shape. This was a major impact.

I get out of the truck and walk to the rear. The driver behind me is in an Escalade, totally unharmed; there’s no impact. The only problem now is that I’m standing in the middle of the intersection blocking traffic. I am not popular.

I am totally mystified. If the guy behind me didn’t turn his car into a pancake on my rear bumper, then what was that monstrous thump I just felt?

I get back in the truck, move through the intersection, and I hear it. A slight scraping sound as something rolls along in the back of the truck. Oh.

Lesson No. 1: Always tie down the hand truck in the back of the moving truck. Just because you decide to stop doesn’t mean it will.

Lesson No. 2: Always wear adult diapers.

The adventure begins …

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7 Responses to What the truck?

  1. lit chick says:

    Hahahahaha! I shouldn’t laugh because karma will get me if I ever move again. Poor Garbo! Stay strong! I’ll pray that the hurricane holds off until you’ve turned in the Uhaul in CC. Drive slowly and swing wide on the turns.

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  2. sara says:

    oh man, lesson 2 should be at the top of this post…gotta go now and change.
    I guess I didn’t really laugh at your expense being that I now have to go wash a load of laundry…thank you for the laugh. I am so happy for you and Mo and this next adventure.

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  3. tosuperstar says:

    You’ve heard of National Lampoons “Vacation”, Coming soon to a theatre near you, National Lampoons all new, “The Move”.

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  4. sassafras says:

    I have my CDL license I can drive that truck through Manhattan and not break a sweat.
    thats not helping is it……

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  5. gdionelli says:

    So is the Honda Civic going to be lashed to the back of this thing?

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  6. SeniorRunner says:

    My life is measured in memorable U-haul moves. Out of consideration for your situation, I’ll spare you the details.

    Except to mention that I, too, once heard that crash in the back, before realizing it was a “Hello Dolly!” moment.

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