Once I've committed to something, a short period of time is all that's needed to see it increase its mass fivefold, leaving me stuck having to feed it (if you've ever met my toilet, you know why just flushing isn't an option). Luckily, I'm not in this latest mess alone.
See, my friend and I have been working to pick up odd jobs lately to carry me over the remaining bit of work left with the Gremlin and put some cash in his pocket. The first gig we took on was clearing the overgrowth on about 60 square feet of land, followed by building a fence. To clarify: I don't mean that as a euphemism - we're literally going to be constructing a physical barrier around a piece of privately-owned property.
We went into this thinking that we'd have the overgrowth cleared within a couple days, totally failing to account for the 15' tall holly trees that were part of the 700lbs (and counting, based on the scales at the dump) of plant matter that was slated for eviction. Long/short, we've been hacking away at this mess for a while and I've not made a lick of progress on the Gremlin. We got a trailer, though!
After grinding through ad after overpriced ad, we finally found a trailer for a reasonable price, and the owner actually had a title! See, Washington has to do everything backasswards, which means you have to have a title and register trailers in this state. Despite this being a strict legal requirement, it seems that people register their trailers, use them twice, leave them to sit and rot for a couple years, then post them on Craigslist for about twice the price that they'd fetch in most other places in the country.
Regardless, we got our trailer, which is a homebrewed number comprised of a 60's Ford truck bed on a frame of unknown origins. The lights weren't operational at all, but we did a driveway fix (connected the ground) that resulted in rear lights on both sides, brake light on the left, right turn signal, and left turn signal (but not on the left. It activated the right side turn signal light as well). We made it two houses down the road before passing two parked cops that were facing down the dead end road we were coming out of. After reaching the stop sign, we decided it was best to turn right.
After a series of right turns through a town neither of us had ever been to, we stopped in what turned out to be the filthiest 711 parking lot I've ever had the pleasure to visit and proceeded to rewire the trailer with materials harvested from a cheap ass (totally inadequate) magnetic trailer light setup. As I laid on my back in the lot water, running the wiring, I noticed that there was a lot of bailing wire ties securing the bed to the frame, but not any obvious welds or fasteners. That was Sunday night, and we've still yet to find any.
It's perfect.
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