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Yes this is my truck and no I won't help you move!
Monday has to be the worst day to wake up to after a long weekend. Last Thursday, 16 of my friends all piled into our horseless carriages and made a long journey to Mt Bachelor.
The drive is pretty beautiful, if you can see it, but our trip through Highway 26, past Mt Hood, was anything but. It was raining, then snowing, then raining and most of all it was extremely windy on the full 400 mile trip. I drove the truck so everyone could bring more crap (why do people think someone else’s truck is made for their crap?), I could stretch out and listen to my own music. They road trip was awesome even with bad weather.
Upon arriving to Mt Bachelor we settled in and got down to some serious partying. The next morning, Friday, it was time to hit the mountain and rip it up and once again the truck was used to haul everyone’s gear to the mountain while they road in separate autos. That doesn't bother me to much but the point is that it is expected and not asked if it can happen. The day of skiing went good with some big air being caught and no injuries reported but on the way hope I had to carry the gear, imagine that. After the 15 or so mile drive from the mountain I was hoping to get the garage parking so we didn't have to unload all the gear. Boy was I sadly mistaken.
The garage was full, I was still carrying everyone’s gear and no one was outside to help. So there gear stayed outside until they got it late in the evening, haha beotches! Saturday morning was more of the same. Load up the truck with everyone’s gear and go to the mountain again. After busting up my left rib cage (which really hurts today) I caught some mean air and continue to play when resting would have been more appropriate. The way home consisted of my carrying all the gear again but fortunately some people left early and I got the garage back.
Sunday morning came way to quick and it was time to head back home. Everyone proceed to load the truck for me unfortunately they didn't lay the tarp down and I had to unload all the gear and then reload it properly, that made the ribs feel nice. After loading it all up we hit the road and I put the hammer down to make some time.
But, yep another "but", I had to detour to Portland and pick up a table and four chairs, did anyone know that I already had a full load of other people's crap in the back of the truck? My copilot and I unloaded the truck, inserted table, loaded the truck and got back on the highway. By this time the truck was weighed down and riding like a work truck and not a sport truck. Tired and wanting to get home I kept on speeding.
The trip took me 7 hours to get home and one tank of fuel, thank goodness for that. And I now know why people don't own trucks but have friends that do because they don't want to haul other people’s crap.
Moved my office at the beginning of the month, my dad a few months ago, did dump runs for the family, helped all my friends move except one, I was moving my office at the time, and when it came time for me to move no one helped...hmmm interesting huh? And as I have never owned a car this has happened a lot over the last 14 years.
Maybe I will tell everyone the truck has been sold so they quit asking to help move and rent a storage unit and keep it hidden...that would suck...so that is out of the question...any suggestions?
A nice air brushing on the tailgate saying: "YES this is my truck and NO I won't help you move!"
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