“The trailer’s a bit heavy,” I said.
“I think it’ll be fine,” HFT said.
“Looks heavy to me,” D said.
We didn’t make it more than 5 blocks when a tire blew. We stopped along 13 St N, hazard and overhead lights blinking. I put out my safety triangle 10 paces behind the rig. Luckily, I decided to bring the spare trailer tire this day. Yay! Except…
The little Chrysler scissor jack didn’t come close to jacking the trailer high enough. I phoned AMA, dealt with their AI, and finally spoke to a real person who told me I didn’t have coverage for a trailer. I called two tow companies. The latter one said, “Two hours, at least.” After deliberation, we let go of the trailer on 9 Ave N, went home to get a larger jack, and returned to the scene. But the jack couldn’t lift it high enough.
Luckily, a guy named Orlando came walking by and offered help. After a short talk, he and I walked to his house a few blocks south and gathered up some 3×3 blocks, and he drove us back. We tried various configurations and finally managed to jack it up! With the spare attached, I thanked him for all his help and gave him a gift card I got from work. Yay!
And now off to the dump. Yay.
Total weight: 1120 kg. No wonder. The heaviest load ever. Total cost: $100.
We saw something weird at the landfill. Deer. Many deer. Everywhere. I asked the tractor driver (the guy who moves and crushes the garbage into the earth) about these deer. They apparently come around the same time every evening. In my mind’s eye, I envision deer in pristine nature, eating plants, drinking water, sleeping in fields. In reality, they’re all at the dump.
But … where are all the seagulls?
And where are the pictures of my very flat tire? I guess I was too concerned about the situation to take pics.