Ransom's RV

 

First came the horse, then the truck. Now for the trailer. I was two for three and ready to finish the set. Problem was, for the last month, Craigslist and other sites had been dry of what I was looking for - missing features or located  hours away. Until Sunday evening. That’s when I found the simple, older, two-horse straight load I sought.

I drove forty minutes to see it Monday afternoon, nervous and excited at the same time. It needed a few small repairs – projects with Grandpa – but was in decent shape for its age, even showing a bit of shine under the grime. Momma chatted up the nice lady selling it while I kicked tires. When I made an offer, the woman accepted. In fact, when we sat down to do paperwork, she said, “Why don’t we do $---- instead?” knocking off a hundred dollars. Who does that? I felt favored.

I trotted over to the store to pick up the right size hitch, and was soon on the road with a trailer in tow. The handling on my truck felt unfamiliar with this new heavy caboose. The increased possibility for risk to myself, my vehicles, and eventually my beloved horse, weighed on me. The opinions of others during the last few months had poked holes in my confidence. I didn’t want to be the ignorant girl who got into trouble because of poor decisions or uneducated choices. As much as I had read and researched and practiced, I felt like I was leaping out of my comfort zone.

But we made it home safely, and the trailer has been resting peacefully in the barnyard while I recover and prepare for the next bout. Ransom hasn’t yet travelled on his new wheels – safety repairs first – but come spring the horizon broadens. And the adventures begin…