Scary Tales of DIY Moving

Scary Tales of Do-It-Yourself Moving: Us - 0, Mud - 1

When you're a teenager and in high school, every experience is usually a grand adventure. It's something to tell your friends about, because it marks you as fun, someone to whom things “happen”. When they're hilarious things, it makes the adventure even better. Involve parents, rain, a muddy Tennessee day and a moving truck, and the tale becomes worth repeating. Of course, you have to have the correct props, but it's kind of hard to carry around a wide piece of wood to illustrate your story. So, your audience will just need to use their imaginations.


A Little Background

Before we begin our anecdote, you should know that just outside Nashville, Tennessee is a small concern named Mount Juliet. It's the home of Charlie Daniels (yes, I can point out where his house is). Mount Juliet is situated atop a rise in the ground, making snowy winding roads lots of fun on which to drive sometimes. It makes life miserable, though, when your house sits off the road where the ground slopes downward some. The rain pools, the mud can be impassable, and just walking up the driveway to get to the school bus is quite an undertaking.

Now, think about a couple who happen to be my parents and who both go into Nashville to work. Their vehicle is parked at the street in front of the house on weekdays to make it easier for a quick getaway every morning. They both work in buildings on opposite sides of the city. One would drop the other off at work and then go to their job. Meanwhile at the house, as the downpour continues, the water pools deeper and deeper in the driveway all the way up to the side door steps of the house. This is an important thing to remember in this scary tale of Do-It-Yourself (DIY) moving.

What Happened

My parents had bought a residence closer to the city, making it easier and quicker for them to get to their jobs. Ergo, they rented a moving truck, and we were loading it. It had been raining for weeks, it seemed, and the yard was one heaving mass of mud. My Dad had backed the truck down the driveway, with the backend as close to the side door steps as he could get it. A large piece of plywood was used as a loading ramp. So far, the loading of the truck was going without a hitch. The rain made things a bit wet and unpleasant, but we were dealing with it.

The Hard Part

Now, the truck was loaded. My brother and I got in one of the cars with me driving. I was waiting for the truck to pull out of the drive, so I could get behind it on the way to the new house. We noticed Dad having problems moving out of the drive, and so we walked back up the driveway a safe distance away to view as the events unfolded. He made an effort to rock the truck. No luck. He tried putting Mom in the driver's seat and jacking the tail end of the truck out of the mud. That didn't work, either. Lastly, Dad put the long, wide piece of wood underneath the back tires of the moving truck.

The Scary Part

You should be cognizant that if you're going to use a piece of wood to get your tires out of the mud, you need to be mindful of which direction the wood will go when your truck leaves the scene. In this case, it shot like a missile right through our living room window. Shards of glass were everywhere, the truck took off out of the driveway, Mom was startled and almost didn't make the turn onto the street, and Dad stood without saying a word. My brother and I found all this excessively humorous and were laughing our teenage heads off. Needless to say, we all got out of there as briskly as we could and never went back.

Moving is no fun sometimes, but there are days it can be very comical and other days it can be downright scary. What's your horror story involving DIY moving? We'd love to hear it!