This morning I headed over to DeLand, FL to pick up a damaged generator and two skids of axles that' are going back to the factory in WI. It's one that's mounted on a trailer and someone tried to go around a curve too fast with it and flipped it over. It isn't pretty.
When i got there I told the guy that he needed to load the generator onto the top deck (front one), and the axles on the back deck because I'm also picking up a Mack truck. He kept whining about how he didn't know how he would be able to get it up there. I told him if he couldn't load it up there I wasn't going to be able to haul it for him. After about 15 minutes of complaining he finally says "Well, I suppose I could bring my crane around and pick it up with that."
Ummm, yeah. The guy has his own crane and it took him that long to figure out that he needed to use the damn thing.
Once it was all loaded I had to secure it. As none of the doors will latch on the generator I had to do something to hold them shut in transit. Once it was chained down I decided that the only thing I could do would be to wrap a strap around the thing and ratchet it tight to hold the doors shut. It was a bit tricky getting the strap all the way around the thing by myself (by this time they had gone back to doing whatever it is they do there).
I finally managed to get it done but in the process managed to cut my left leg on a jagged piece of a fender that was sticking out. The cut isn't too long and isn't deep enough to require sutures, but it sure did bleed like crazy for a while.
I finished up there and I then started heading over to the panhandle to pick up the Mack. I called the guy and he said he usually goes home at 5:00. I told him I didn't think I could quite make it before 5:00 as it's mostly 2 lane roads to get there, and he said he'd wait for me. I pulled into his lot at 5:17 and the asshole had already left. Great. The only person there was the mechanic. I asked him to show me the truck I am to pick up in the hopes that perhaps the key was in it. The truck was nowhere to be found.
I decided to just call it a day and I drove the 25 miles to the nearest truckstop, where I am now parked, and will have to go back there in the morning for the Mack. This trip is really getting off to a roaring start here. Luckily the guy in WI who's getting the Mack said that he would take delivery on Saturday which is a bit of a break in my favor.
I should have just slept in this morning.