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A precarious Sunday adventure

Published 12:02pm Tuesday, March 12, 2013

We should have brought a bigger pick-up truck.

That was my thought Sunday afternoon as we surveyed the loaded bed of my friend’s truck.

I knew king beds were big, but when a family friend at church offered to let us have his if we would come pick it up, I never dreamed Caleb’s truck wouldn’t be up to the challenge.

We started by trying to put the mattress in first – that was our first mistake, because for the rest of the almost-an-hour disassembling and loading process, we had to lift the mattress to try to load more pieces under it.

“Maybe we can fit the headboard in the back seat,” I suggested.

I was wrong – unless we wanted to make the trip home with both back doors open.

Christopher – my husband – and Caleb lifted, pushed and pulled until two bed frames, two twin box springs, a king sized mattress, a plywood sheet and a wood headboard were settled into the bed of the truck. The tailgate wouldn’t close, but it seemed like we might actually be able to stamp this “mission accomplished.”

“Do you have any bungee cords?” I asked.

Caleb didn’t.

So there we were with a truck bed piled so high you can barely see out the back windshield, facing a one-hour trip back from Dadeville to Auburn on a combination of hilly, curvy, bumpy county roads with nothing to tie down the contents.

“All I have are jumper cables,” Caleb said.

“That might work,” Christopher said.

One set of jumper cables – hooked from one corner of the bed, wound around the headboard and hooked to the other corner of the bed – and a few zip ties later, I’m wondering if we oughtn’t just scrap the whole thing and come back another day. But the gentleman who offered us the bed is moving, and the bed has to go.

So with a backseat loaded with piles of mismatched linens and a pink bedspread covered in flowers and hummingbirds, we start our ride back. After a quick pit stop on the side of the road to move the pieces of the metal bed frame into the back seat – “they’re free to move – they could slide out at any time” – we’re on our way.

It’s at this juncture that I would like to offer my sincere apology to those six vehicles that were forced to follow us down a double yellow line stretch of Highway 50. It’s dangerous to drive faster than 40 miles an hour when all that’s keeping your king bed on the truck is jumper cables and zip ties.

We passed a country church where folks were still standing in the parking lot. One fellow stopped his conversation to watch us drive by, and I saw his head swivel and his eyes follow us long after we passed the church.

I’m sure we were a sight to see.

But despite my fear as I watched the truck’s contents bounce in the back, we made it to Auburn without causing any major traffic problems.

And that king bed looks good in our duplex.

James is a staff writer for The Outlook.