On this night, I was traveling to Arkansas to pick up a modified chassis from Larry Shaw Racecars in Batesville. I had so much adrenaline I could not calm down enough for my body to sleep. Really, I just didn't want to miss a thing. I was persistent on making sure I saw the scenery because I was told how awesome it would be. The surroundings were beautiful. I will never forget the hillside.
Everything was going as planned; the truck was in front of my wife and me. The truck was pulling a trailer that we were going to bring the chassis back to town on. The trailer was partially enclosed; it had an area where an air compressor was welded onto the back of the enclosure. Inside the trailer we had all of our tools that we take to the races. We didn’t expect to need them but we didn’t have time to empty the trailer out since it was a work day.
After getting into Missouri a ways, the land became full of hills. The speed limit also increased to seventy miles per hour which seemed crazy because we were not familiar with the road. Suddenly, we ran over a large object in the road and saw nothing but sparks from ahead. I immediately picked up my phone and called my brother in law that was driving the truck. We all pulled over. After getting out lights and plugging them into the generator in the truck, we saw that the fender tore off of the trailer partially that caused the tire to come off of the rim. The fender was still partially attached so we had to get the grinder out to get it off the rest of the way. While I was getting the fender off, the others were putting the spare tire on so we could continue our journey.
Everything was going as planned; the truck was in front of my wife and me. The truck was pulling a trailer that we were going to bring the chassis back to town on. The trailer was partially enclosed; it had an area where an air compressor was welded onto the back of the enclosure. Inside the trailer we had all of our tools that we take to the races. We didn’t expect to need them but we didn’t have time to empty the trailer out since it was a work day.
After getting into Missouri a ways, the land became full of hills. The speed limit also increased to seventy miles per hour which seemed crazy because we were not familiar with the road. Suddenly, we ran over a large object in the road and saw nothing but sparks from ahead. I immediately picked up my phone and called my brother in law that was driving the truck. We all pulled over. After getting out lights and plugging them into the generator in the truck, we saw that the fender tore off of the trailer partially that caused the tire to come off of the rim. The fender was still partially attached so we had to get the grinder out to get it off the rest of the way. While I was getting the fender off, the others were putting the spare tire on so we could continue our journey.
We made it to Batesville by 8:30 a.m. and hit the road again by 9:30. Finally, thirty six hours later, I was home with our new chassis and ready to sleep.
Road trips! Sounds like an adventure.
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