This event happened in 2005, shortly after I got my new (to me) car.
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The morning started out pleasantly, Tom was going to go up north and camp for a few days, but before he left he wanted to put a bid in on a saw.
He won the saw, and there the adventure begins.
Rather than wait till he got back from camping to get it, he decided there was time to drive to theChicago
Rather than unhitch the camper from the van - and to save 50 dollars in gas and tolls - he said we could take my car. My new (to me) convertible. His plan was to put the top down, put the base of the saw in the back seat and put the saw in the trunk. He said it would be fine. Said he’d measured the space and it would fit, no problem. Scoffed at my worries that it wouldn't fit - would wreck my seats - we wouldn't be able to get the top back up - it would rain.
We headed out, drove 2 and a half hours, pull up to the seller's house and see . . .
The saw base was bigger than he thought it would be.
After trying several ways to fit it into the car, which required removing a lot of stuff off the saw – and my back seat, he got it to fit . . . if we didn't put the top up.
It was a sunny day, soTom said it would be fine. Said we could put on sunscreen and be home in a couple hours.
Seven miles north of theWisconsin state line, it started to rain. We sat under an overpass for about an hour before it cleared up and we started out again.
In the middle ofMilwaukee Tom tried to laugh. I didn't laugh.
After an hour and a half, a visit from the Sheriff, and the fear we'd be there all night,Tom decided to try to turn the saw base. After taking off some wheels, it fit and the top could be put up . . . if the seat we took out could sort of lay on top of the base and poke me in the back of the head. Sure, no problem.
45 minutes later - 45 minutes of hunching forward to avoid whatever metal thing was hitting me in the head, we got home.
It isn't raining here.
He won the saw, and there the adventure begins.
Rather than wait till he got back from camping to get it, he decided there was time to drive to the
Rather than unhitch the camper from the van - and to save 50 dollars in gas and tolls - he said we could take my car. My new (to me) convertible. His plan was to put the top down, put the base of the saw in the back seat and put the saw in the trunk. He said it would be fine. Said he’d measured the space and it would fit, no problem. Scoffed at my worries that it wouldn't fit - would wreck my seats - we wouldn't be able to get the top back up - it would rain.
We headed out, drove 2 and a half hours, pull up to the seller's house and see . . .
The saw base was bigger than he thought it would be.
After trying several ways to fit it into the car, which required removing a lot of stuff off the saw – and my back seat, he got it to fit . . . if we didn't put the top up.
It was a sunny day, so
Seven miles north of the
In the middle of
After an hour and a half, a visit from the Sheriff, and the fear we'd be there all night,
45 minutes later - 45 minutes of hunching forward to avoid whatever metal thing was hitting me in the head, we got home.
It isn't raining here.
Tom has decided to go camping tomorrow.
I won't be going with him.
We're going out to eat tonight.
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