Scary Tales of DIY Moving

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

When you're a teenager and in high school, each happening is a grand adventure. It's one to tell your friends about, because it marks you as fun, someone to whom things “happen”. When they're humorous things, it makes the happening even better. Involve parents, rain, a muddy Tennessee day and a moving truck, and the tale gains in the telling. Of course, you should have the correct props, but it's kind of hard to carry around a wide piece of wood to illustrate your story. Therefore, your audience will just have to use their imaginations.


A Little Background

Before we begin our account, you should know that just outside Nashville, Tennessee is a small concern called 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 twisting roads lots of fun on which to drive at times. It makes life miserable, though, when your house sits off the road where the landscape slopes downward some. The rain pools, the mud can be impenetrable, and just going up the driveway to get to the school bus is quite a job.

Now, imagine a couple who happen to be my parents and who both commute into Nashville to work. Their car is parked at the street in front of the house most days to better facilitate a quick exit 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. Back at the house, as the rain continues, the water collects 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 Nashville, making it easier and quicker for them to get to their employment. 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 tail end as close to the side door steps as he could maneuver 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 handling it.

The Hard Part

Now, the truck was loaded. My brother and I got in one of the cars with me driving. I was awaiting the truck to pull out of the drive, so I could follow it to the new house. We perceived Dad having trouble moving out of the drive, and so we walked back down the driveway a safe distance away to view the show. He tried to rock the truck. That didn't work. 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 huge piece of wood beneath the back tires of the moving truck.

The Scary Part

You need to be aware that if you're going to use a piece of wood to get your tires out of the mud, you need to examine which direction the wood will go when your truck leaves the scene. In this case, it shot like a rocket right through our living room window. Shards of glass were all over the place, the truck took off out of the driveway, Mom was surprised 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 funny and were laughing our teenage heads off. It goes without saying, 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!