It seems as though the last few years I can't seem to catch a break, back in November I paid ($1500) to store my cars for another year with my plan/hope that this coming spring/summer we would be in a position to purchase a home with some land and hopefully an outbuilding or 10.
I got a registered letter a few weeks back and quickly found that I had a new and very unpleasant issue to deal with. The guy who I had been paying took our money and disappeared, defaulting on his mortgage and pulling a vanishing act, the private lender had to track all of us down and suddenly in January I had to move 4 cars, and I had 10 days to do it.....
To put it nicely, I had a wide range of emotions at that time, and none were pleasant.
I did something I rarely do, I asked for help. I'm the first to offer and last to ask, always have been. Fortunately for me, I'm very fortunate to have some amazing friends, so the plan went into motion, Saturday at 10AM, we'd begin moving cars.
As some know, I work 11 PM-7:30AM in the city, so I knew it would be a long day, in addition to that, some of these cars I haven't even seen or touched in a few years, I anticipated and prepared for the worst, loaded up my Ram with a floor jack, tires, a variety of shackles, snatch blocks, straps, etc.
After work I headed to my parents house, picked up dad and we set out with my trailer in tow, arriving at the farm at 9:55 AM we headed up the lane-way and I finally got a chance to walk the barns and figure out a plan of attack.
Much to my surprise all 4 cars had tires still holding air and aside from being dusty, looked exactly as they did when I put them where they were.
By the time I got back outside my friend Colten was arriving, driving his '68 Dodge. He and I began pushing cars outside, the first car to come out being my '70 Fury, following by my '69 Convertible, by this time my friend Kevin arrived with his '18 Ram 2500 Cummins 6 speed with his trailer in tow, he helped the 4 of us get the '69 Sport Fury outside, leaving just my AHB M body to come out. By this time my friend Steve and his Son Spencer arrived with Steve's Silverado and a U haul he rented in tow. We got the Caravelle out and began loading cars.
First car loaded was the Sport Fury on Kevin's trailer, next up we loaded the Convertible on the U Haul, not an easy task, I ended up putting my trailer alongside, putting the winch cable through the snatch block off a D ring on my deck with a shackle and pulled the car up that way. Next up was the Caravelle on my trailer. Once everything was strapped the Convoy of Mopar's set off for my grandparents old house about 35 minutes away, lined up in quence on the road we unloaded each car one at a time, after the 3 were unloaded I let my friends know I could handle retrieval of the last car without them, I tried to give them all some money for fuel, their time and efforts, much to my surprise none would accept it, something that both humbled me and made me eternally grateful to my friends.
Dad and I headed out again with the big blue Ram and trailer in tow, we winched the last car on the trailer, strapped it and bid goodbye to "440 Farm" for the last time....
After unloading the '70 I realized it was the first time these 4 cars had ever seen daylight together since I had accumulated them.
They may look like a bunch of junk, but I've done all the hardwork of tracking down every single part they need, sheet metal included. I've spent the last decade honing my skills and practicing those skills in preparation of tackling these projects that most would consider too far gone to rescue.
Anyway, I figured some might enjoy this little tale...
I got a registered letter a few weeks back and quickly found that I had a new and very unpleasant issue to deal with. The guy who I had been paying took our money and disappeared, defaulting on his mortgage and pulling a vanishing act, the private lender had to track all of us down and suddenly in January I had to move 4 cars, and I had 10 days to do it.....
To put it nicely, I had a wide range of emotions at that time, and none were pleasant.
I did something I rarely do, I asked for help. I'm the first to offer and last to ask, always have been. Fortunately for me, I'm very fortunate to have some amazing friends, so the plan went into motion, Saturday at 10AM, we'd begin moving cars.
As some know, I work 11 PM-7:30AM in the city, so I knew it would be a long day, in addition to that, some of these cars I haven't even seen or touched in a few years, I anticipated and prepared for the worst, loaded up my Ram with a floor jack, tires, a variety of shackles, snatch blocks, straps, etc.
After work I headed to my parents house, picked up dad and we set out with my trailer in tow, arriving at the farm at 9:55 AM we headed up the lane-way and I finally got a chance to walk the barns and figure out a plan of attack.
Much to my surprise all 4 cars had tires still holding air and aside from being dusty, looked exactly as they did when I put them where they were.
By the time I got back outside my friend Colten was arriving, driving his '68 Dodge. He and I began pushing cars outside, the first car to come out being my '70 Fury, following by my '69 Convertible, by this time my friend Kevin arrived with his '18 Ram 2500 Cummins 6 speed with his trailer in tow, he helped the 4 of us get the '69 Sport Fury outside, leaving just my AHB M body to come out. By this time my friend Steve and his Son Spencer arrived with Steve's Silverado and a U haul he rented in tow. We got the Caravelle out and began loading cars.
First car loaded was the Sport Fury on Kevin's trailer, next up we loaded the Convertible on the U Haul, not an easy task, I ended up putting my trailer alongside, putting the winch cable through the snatch block off a D ring on my deck with a shackle and pulled the car up that way. Next up was the Caravelle on my trailer. Once everything was strapped the Convoy of Mopar's set off for my grandparents old house about 35 minutes away, lined up in quence on the road we unloaded each car one at a time, after the 3 were unloaded I let my friends know I could handle retrieval of the last car without them, I tried to give them all some money for fuel, their time and efforts, much to my surprise none would accept it, something that both humbled me and made me eternally grateful to my friends.
Dad and I headed out again with the big blue Ram and trailer in tow, we winched the last car on the trailer, strapped it and bid goodbye to "440 Farm" for the last time....
After unloading the '70 I realized it was the first time these 4 cars had ever seen daylight together since I had accumulated them.
They may look like a bunch of junk, but I've done all the hardwork of tracking down every single part they need, sheet metal included. I've spent the last decade honing my skills and practicing those skills in preparation of tackling these projects that most would consider too far gone to rescue.
Anyway, I figured some might enjoy this little tale...
