Scary Tales of DIY Moving

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

When you're 16 years old and in high school, each happening 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 happening even better. Include parents, rain, a muddy Tennessee day and a moving truck, and the tale gains in the telling. Of course, you must have the right props, but it's kind of hard to carry around a wide piece of wood to illustrate your story. So, your audience will just have to use their imaginations.


A Bit of Background

Before we begin our story, you should be aware that just outside Nashville, Tennessee is a small community named Mount Juliet. It's the home of Charlie Daniels (yes, I can show you where his house is). Mount Juliet is situated atop a rise in the ground, making snowy curvy roads lots of fun on which to drive in the winter. It makes life miserable, though, when your house sits off the road where the ground drops a bit. The rain puddles, the mud is sometimes impenetrable, and just walking up the driveway to make it to the school bus is quite difficult.

Next, think about a couple who happen to be my parents and who both commute into Nashville to work. Their vehicle is parked at the street in front of the house most days to make it easier for 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 workplace. Back at the house, as the downpour continues, the water get deeper and deeper in the driveway until it reaches the side door steps of the house. This is an important point to remember in this scary tale of Do-It-Yourself (DIY) moving.

What Happened

My parents had found a home closer to the city, making it easier and quicker for them to commute to work. Therefore, 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 squeeze it. A huge piece of wood was used as a loading ramp. So far, the loading of the truck was going as expected. The rain made things a bit damp and unpleasant, but we were handling it.

The Hard Part

At this moment, the truck was full. My brother and I got in one of the cars with me driving. I was standing by 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 trouble getting out of the drive, and so we walked back up the driveway a safe distance away to observe as the events unfolded. He tried to rock the truck. That didn't work. He tried having Mom get in the driver's seat and jacking the back of the truck out of the mud. That didn't work, either. Finally, Dad put the large piece of wood beneath the back tires of the moving truck.

The Scary Part

You should be aware that if you're going to use a piece of wood to get your tires out of the mud, you need to pay attention to which direction the wood will go when your truck exits the scene. In this case, it shot like a projectile right through our living room window. Shards of glass were everywhere, 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. Consequently, we all got out of there as fast 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!