Scary Tales of DIY Moving

Scary Tales of Do-It-Yourself Moving: Us - 0, Mud - 1

When you're a teenager and in high school, each and every encounter is usually a grand adventure. It's something to tell your chums about, because it marks you as fun, someone to whom things “happen”. When they're absurd things, it makes the adventure even better. Throw in parents, rain, a muddy Tennessee day and a moving truck, and the tale gains in the telling. Of course, you must have the proper props, but it's kind of hard to carry around a wide piece of wood to illustrate your story. Therefore, your audience will just need to use their imaginations.

 
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A Little Background

Prior to beginning our anecdote, you should know that just outside Nashville, Tennessee is a small town called Mount Juliet. It's the home of Charlie Daniels (yes, I can point out where his house is). Mount Juliet is situated atop a rise in the ground, making snowy twisting roads lots of fun on which to drive at times. It makes life miserable, though, when your house sits off the road where the landscape slopes downward some. The rain puddles, the mud can be impenetrable, and just getting up the driveway to get to the school bus is quite a job.

Next, imagine a couple who happen to be my parents and who both commute into Nashville to work. Their vehicle is parked at the street in front of the house on weekdays to better facilitate a quick exit every morn. They both work in buildings on opposite sides of Nashville. One would drop the other off at work and then proceed to their job. Back at the house, as the rain continues, the water pools deeper and deeper in the driveway all the way up to the side door steps of the house. This is an important point to remember in this scary tale of Do-It-Yourself (DIY) moving.

What Happened

My parents had bought a house closer to Nashville, making it easier and quicker for them to get to their employment. Therefore, they rented a moving truck, and we were loading it. It had been raining for weeks, it seemed, and the yard was one heaving mass of mud. My Dad had backed the truck down the driveway, with the back as close to the side door steps as he could get it. A huge piece of plywood was used as a loading ramp. So far, the loading of the truck was going without a hitch. The rain made things a bit wet and unpleasant, but we were moving right along.

The Hard Part

Now, the truck was loaded. My brother and I got in one of the cars with me driving. I was waiting for the truck to pull out of the drive, so I could follow it to the new house. We perceived Dad having trouble getting out of the drive, and so we walked back up the driveway a safe distance away to watch as the events unfolded. He attempted to rock the truck. That didn't work. He tried having Mom get in the driver's seat and jacking the tail end of the truck out of the mud. That didn't work, either. Lastly, Dad put the large piece of wood underneath the back tires of the moving truck.

The Scary Part

You must be aware that if you're going to use a piece of wood to get your tires out of the mud, you need to examine which direction the wood will go when your truck leaves the scene. In this case, it shot like a missile right through our living room window. Pieces of glass were everywhere, the truck took off out of the driveway, Mom was startled and almost didn't make the turn onto the street, and Dad stood silently in shock. My brother and I found all this exquisitely humorous and were laughing our teenage heads off. It goes without saying, we all got out of there as quickly as we could and never went back.

Moving is no fun sometimes, but there are days it can be very comical and other days it can be downright scary. What's your horror story involving DIY moving? We'd love to hear it!