This morning, I delivered my trailer to its new home.
I have really mixed feelings, but overall: it was the right decision at the right time.
I finally got through to the fiance last night by comparing it to selling his favorite hockey stick. He looked completely horrified: “I’d feel naked!” Yep.
We did have one last adventure together, the trailer and I: I got mildly lost after failing to follow the very good directions provided – and realized that I had no cell phone service and thus no Google Maps to bail me out. I three-pointed over railroad tracks to turn around, made it under a low bridge by inches, and then got up the right hill to deliver it to the right farm.
I also would like to state for the record that I am really fucking good at hauling that thing. I got it hitched up in less than 2 minutes flat, after my first backup put the ball 2 inches too far to the left.