XS22J8R
Well-Known Member
One of my cars (my T/A Challenger I bought in high school about 100 years ago) is a trailer queen now after a 16 year concours restoration shop hell journey that I finished in 2016. The car has hardly left the garage since then, ironically I had a trailer queen and no trailer! I paid someone to haul it the few times it’s been shown.
My last Ram had gone south due to rust and sold in 2010, with my thought I’d get a newer truck soon.
After a health emergency in late 2020 including time in the ICU, I realized I better get off my butt and do things I’ve been thinking of doing before it’s too late. First thing on the list was a new truck, which I decided to forgo finding a used one and buy new. I ordered a 2500 in February of 2021 and my new Big Horn showed up at the dealer in April less than 2 months later.
I had good timing, seeing what a sh-tshow the car buying process has become!
A local friend offered me the use of his car trailer, but that all went south for various reasons leaving me out my registration fee for Moparty last September with a car, tow vehicle and no trailer.
Sadly a local Mopar fanatic died last year and I was offered the opportunity to buy his trailer. That became another adventure, as after visiting the widow in October and putting down a deposit, things got delayed repeatedly waiting for her son to clean out stuff stored in it, then he got Covid, and then she ended up hospitalized and in rehab.
And the owner had it parked in his property in such a way we had no idea how he got it out for when he used it!
Well today in humid 90 degree weather me and my buddy Tim spent an hour trimming trees and bushes, driving my truck through a utility right of way into the back yard, and then hooking up my truck, just to find there was no way we were getting that thing out through the back yard the way the widow said her husband did. Tim thought we could back it out through the front yard from the side of the house, but even that got sketchy when the trailer went over the curb and the rear jack started digging into the asphalt.
He figured that out too, saying jack up the rear with a floor jack and me pull on the jack while he backed up the rig.
We got it out! And then I dragged it 35 miles to storage on its 20 year old tires. My 2500 “Ramstein” didn’t skip a beat towing now that I’m actually putting it to work, so all is good!
I‘m beat after a 10 hour project on a hot day getting this thing out and to storage, dropping Tim off and then me back home! And I gave Ramstein a needed and deserved bath after getting it home too.
The trailer needs tires, checking the brakes and figuring out the winch but it’ll do! 1997 24’ Wells Cargo.
RIP Don, your trailer is in appreciative hands.
My last Ram had gone south due to rust and sold in 2010, with my thought I’d get a newer truck soon.
After a health emergency in late 2020 including time in the ICU, I realized I better get off my butt and do things I’ve been thinking of doing before it’s too late. First thing on the list was a new truck, which I decided to forgo finding a used one and buy new. I ordered a 2500 in February of 2021 and my new Big Horn showed up at the dealer in April less than 2 months later.
I had good timing, seeing what a sh-tshow the car buying process has become!
A local friend offered me the use of his car trailer, but that all went south for various reasons leaving me out my registration fee for Moparty last September with a car, tow vehicle and no trailer.
Sadly a local Mopar fanatic died last year and I was offered the opportunity to buy his trailer. That became another adventure, as after visiting the widow in October and putting down a deposit, things got delayed repeatedly waiting for her son to clean out stuff stored in it, then he got Covid, and then she ended up hospitalized and in rehab.
And the owner had it parked in his property in such a way we had no idea how he got it out for when he used it!
Well today in humid 90 degree weather me and my buddy Tim spent an hour trimming trees and bushes, driving my truck through a utility right of way into the back yard, and then hooking up my truck, just to find there was no way we were getting that thing out through the back yard the way the widow said her husband did. Tim thought we could back it out through the front yard from the side of the house, but even that got sketchy when the trailer went over the curb and the rear jack started digging into the asphalt.
He figured that out too, saying jack up the rear with a floor jack and me pull on the jack while he backed up the rig.
We got it out! And then I dragged it 35 miles to storage on its 20 year old tires. My 2500 “Ramstein” didn’t skip a beat towing now that I’m actually putting it to work, so all is good!
I‘m beat after a 10 hour project on a hot day getting this thing out and to storage, dropping Tim off and then me back home! And I gave Ramstein a needed and deserved bath after getting it home too.
The trailer needs tires, checking the brakes and figuring out the winch but it’ll do! 1997 24’ Wells Cargo.
RIP Don, your trailer is in appreciative hands.