While listening to the “Bringing it Home” episode again on the Vintage Airstream Podcast, I made my list. Rope, new tires and wheels, aluminum tape, plastic sheeting, hydraulic jack, ladders, carpet scraps, rivets and gun, 2 x 10 planks, safety chain, power cords, a full size air compressor, pneumatic impactor wrench, two way radios, cordless drill, bits, drivers, the Tradewind’s towing equipment (just in case it fit), a tool box loaded for bear, and yeah, those cable ties might come in handy. Then Jimmie phoned. “Hey sis, I got promoted. I got meetings all next week. Can’t go to Dallas with ‘ya. I’m bummed.”
Yeah . . . so am I.
My sweet little ‘ol Mom, who preemptively worries about the “what ifs”, couldn’t bear the thought of my traveling alone to haul back such a monstrosity. What if something bad happened? So she packed her bags to ride shotgun. Meanwhile, I checked my resources and developed a few backup plans just in case I ran into something I couldn’t handle alone. The seller verified all the necessary paperwork was in order. Everything was a go.