A friend of ours found a location at a power company that has light/power poles for free. We have an upcoming project that would make good use of them, so the Moose decided to make the trip. He gathered up the R half of R&B, who was more than willing to take a break from watching the local trial in Sanford to help the Moose with the heavy lifting.
Now, this story actually begins earlier in the week, when as we travelled in the area, we stopped by to make sure A; they had some poles, B; if there was a cost. After the Moose had a conversation with the light pole Nazi, and was told “maybe”, “I guess if you are here on Friday by noon”, and “you better wear a pair of jeans” (the Moose was dressed up for work, so I’m thinking the light pole Nazi assumed he was a wimpy city guy), he agreed to be back on Friday.
The Moose went out and bought a pair of jeans. No he didn’t have a pair, he lives in either dress clothes or shorts and t-shirts. He wasn’t going to take a risk the light pole Nazi would turn him away.
So off they went, trailer in tow. I’m not sure how the transition from light pole Nazi turned to having a new BFF (best friend forever), but the Moose and R were happy to get the extra help with the forklift, and moving around of the long poles. The poles were around 24-25 feet long and had to be cut to fit in our trailer. It was a lot of work, but the day was progressing.
Until, that is, the ride home. Traveling 70 mph heading south on I-95 one of the trailer tires had a blow out! They pulled off the road, unhitched the trailer and were on a hunt for a replacement. I made several calls with no success. But R came in to save the day, and they headed to a location he’s frequented in the past, and bought 2 new tires. They had to travel back to The Compound to pick up a hydraulic jack, and then it was back north to the trailer.
As the dark storm clouds were approaching, the trailer kept slipping off the jack. An angel appeared in the form of a truck tire company, who had the correct lifts to help raise the trailer so they could switch out the tire. The Moose is a very independent sort, and not always willing to pay someone for work he can do himself. But the rain clouds kept coming, it was hot and humid, took one look at R, and the forked over some money to get the help they needed. They were both very thankful!
So, the moral of the story; nothing is free in this world even “free” light poles will cost you $240.00 for new tires and roadside assistance!