Lloyd and I went to a surplus auction today. As we walked in, the little vehicle that has been there every single time with a ‘Not for Sale’ sign on it was front and center, waiting for me to buy it.
I left the auction after telling Lloyd my maximum bid, $3,000. It would be $3,000 funny.
I called later to say that no. $2,000 is my real limit. Maybe a thousand. I don’t know. He sighed and said goodbye.
An hour later I got a text that said, “I have good news and bad news….”
He bought it! I have dreamed about a small vehicle that could be used to transport the lunches from St. John school to the CDC. (Remember how I tricked out the van?) I don’t know if this is even going to be possible, but if not, I’ll just play with it for a while then resell it.
We drove back to Seward to get Harold’s truck and trailer. God bless Harold. We drove back to find that the car is 6 inches longer than the trailer. Dang it! Luckily, Joe was there. God bless Joe. He is a fellow auction guy who is also a trucker and knows all about strapping things down. He only used three of our straps and that thing wasn’t going anywhere. (Although, I did watch it in the rear-view mirror as we drove, since that was also vital to our success.)
We brought it home and Tom Sawyered the Pester kids (and Harold) into helping us clean it in exchange for joyous test drives. It is going to be a crazy fun project that I really don’t have time for right now.
Oh, well!