Empathy for people who struggle with trailers
As I read Jayson’s column of Friday Sept. 20th, “Trailer ownership has me backed into a corner,” besides laughing out loud, a great feeling of relief swept over me — I was not the only one afflicted with this strange disorder!
I discovered early on that I was totally incapable of backing up even the tiniest trailer. A friend had watched me wrestle my canoe atop the rack of my pickup and decided I would be much happier, and more comfortable, if he loaned me his little motorized aluminum fishing boat for my next fishing trip. Being totally unaware of my hidden brain dysfunction I took him up on it. He graciously attached the boat and trailer to my never-before-used hitch.
It was straightforward all the way to the boat ramp. Then came the backing up part. After 197 attempts, 37 minor heart attacks, 26 invented cuss words and another 48 attempts I calmly stepped out of my truck and unhooked the boat and trailer. I then looked around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing nobody I quickly pushed boat and trailer into the water, released the boat (and yes, for one person it is every bit as complicated as it sounds) and reattached the trailer to my truck.
The reattaching thing made zero sense, something I didn’t realize until I was done fishing.
Peace to all.