I've been helping my good friend travis move shit to San Diego. We convinced my boss at work that the extra lift wasn't worth shit so she would sell it to travis for cheap. Hint: Don't move an 8000 lb. spoonlift with a wood floored car trailer.
Indian Jones and the curse of the catapillar. Through the floor we go.
This whole load of shit made us look like tweakers. I was fallowing in the box van. Lost a tire, music was loud, kept driving. Uhaul's are called that for a reason, they haul!
Stopped at some gas station at 4am in la. Rearranged all the stuff. Had to leave the trailer. Casualty of the road.
LA has fucked up hwy's. The forklift trailer blew 2 tires in about an hour. We only got 10 miles from one blowout to the next.
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