So long, box truck

During our Moving Adventures, you might remember the bad experience we had with U-Haul, which made us determined never to use their services again. However since we still had farm equipment and household goods to transport to our new home, we ended up purchasing a massive 26-foot box truck for an incredibly cheap price.

This truck has been wonderful. It runs like a champ (only a couple of trivial mechanical issues that didn’t affect its on-the-road performance), it has all the room in the world, and it has a lift gate on the back for moving heavy things up and down.

I mean, look at that space! You could fit an RV in there!

We took several trips with it (here and here) to bring up the total of our household goods, farm equipment, and shop tools.

In every possible respect, buying this truck was one of the wiser moves we made over the last few months, with one exception: Don absolutely hated driving it.

He handled the monster superbly, but let me tell you it gave him instant respect for what professional truckers deal with when driving their big rigs. Navigating a truck of this size is no small feat. Frankly, he couldn’t wait to get rid of it.

Now that everything we own is here in our new place, some dear friends from our old town expressed an interest in taking the truck. The husband is a brilliant mechanic (in fact, he’s the one who gave the box truck its initial bumper-to-bumper checkup to let us know if it was worth the purchase price), so he’ll be able to perform the one or two service things needed to make the engine purr like a kitten. He’ll fix up the truck, sell it, and split the sales price with us.

On this excuse, these folks came up to see us on Monday, and it was great having them for a few hours of company. We were able to catch up on all the news, solve the problems of the world, and reaffirm why this wonderful couple are our friends.

Then the husband climbed into the cab of the box truck and pulled out of our driveway, closing another chapter of our Moving Adventure.

So long, box truck. May you bless someone else’s Moving Adventures. Don’t forget to give a middle finger to U-Haul on the way.