We finally got to Dallas Friday night which meant we could take a break Saturday. It was really nice (especially for Andrew) to have a day with no driving. We relaxed with my parents- Andrew and my dad went to a bike store, my mom and I headed to the fabric store. We had another birthday celebration for me that night where I got some great stuff and then geared up for the next day- driving the last 200 miles, unloading, etc.
It’s Sunday AM- want to catch a headboard?
Early Sunday morning we headed out with my parents following about an hour behind us. By that point we were pros at unloading the car from the carrier, so that took only a few minutes. We unhooked the carrier itself and moved the truck into position. My friend E.Ray came over to help unload and we opened up the truck’s back door, halfway at first to get a handle on the headboard. It was loaded absolutely last, so was conveniently positioned to fall out as you opened the door.
Now that I know how everything turned out, I can talk about the truck loading process without getting upset. We hired people to load the truck, thinking they would do a better job more efficiently then we could.
Wrong on both counts.
4 ½ hours later, we had a full truck with most everything in it and all the furniture in the last 3 feet of space. They put all the boxes in first. We kept thinking they were about to load the bed, couch, and all our stuff and we didn’t want to hover over them. We totally should have. Because they waited so long on the furniture, a narrow but tall bookcase that would have been easy to load and use to store boxes didn’t make it and they had to put a really large picture flat on the top of all the boxes, exactly what they say not to do. They couldn’t get Andrew’s bike in, so one of our friend s Brad had to come over that night and pick it up. By the time we got the car loaded on to the carrier and left DC, it was just in time for rush hour. Great.
So back to Sunday AM. Amazingly, nothing seems to have broken in transit, including the picture on top of everything. E.Ray was a huge help and we got all the furniture unloaded even before my parents got there. My dad got to work putting the bed together and my mom to cleaning our fabric headboard from the dirt left by the movers.
After we got all the boxes unloaded and ate some lunch, it was time to take the truck back- finally we could get rid of this thing! We headed to the drop off point and got there just before it closed at 2 pm…only to hear they stopped accepting Penske trucks a week or two ago. The woman at the front desk gave us a map to the closest Penske location. We drove over there, only to find the Penske logo scraped off the front door and a sign that they had moved a few miles down the road. Getting smarter, we called that location before we drove over there- closed for the day. After Andrew spent several minutes discussing our situation with the Penske help desk (who referred us to the first place we had gone, then to the closed location where we were already standing) we found a drop off location that we could confirm was at the address listed, open, and accepting trucks. It was however, all the way across town. So we got back in the truck, up to the north end of town, and finally rid of our garish yellow 16 foot truck of fun. No more getting stuck on mountainsides, accelerating from 0-60 in 2.5 minutes, or calling ahead to hotels to make sure we can park and leave again without ever putting the car in reverse.
By the time we got home, it was almost 5 and my parents had gotten the bed and the desk together and were ready to head back out to Dallas. All we had left was a houseful of boxes to unpack!