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| Mike (Busone)
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We have fallen on some hard times and are forced to sell our house. My family in Denver offered their basement to us until we get back on our feet. So our plan was simple, we would rent a truck and move our stuff to a storage unit. Of course nothing can ever be simple and work out like it is supposed to. My dad flew in to Portland to help us pack the truck and drive to Denver. The plan was to rent the truck on a Saturday and then pack it Sunday and leave Monday. From the horror storied I have read we choose a Penske truck. That truck was the best part of the move. It was a new 2004 International with a DT466. Driving it home from the rental place was a blast. I cannot wait until I can get a bus. Of course on Sunday when we started loading the truck we discovered that the refrigerator was too big to get out of the house without removing the doors, (it is a side by side.) Of course I packed most of my tools already and could not find the right size socket. Finally by lunch time we got the freakin fridge loaded in the truck. As we all know Oregon is in a drought this winter, well the one day it decides to rain was moving day. So we loaded box after box in the rain, what fun. Monday morning finally came around and we were supposed to leave. Of course some of our friends decided to show up and say goodbye. We ended up leaving at 12:00pm. The plan now called for us to make it to Ontario OR and we would spend the night with my wife’s great grandma. Since we got such a late start and having to stop and feed the baby all the time we ended up in Ontario at 11:00PM. Since it was now dark and we have never been to her farm before we could not see any of the addresses. Finally we found the farm. I was driving the car and my dad was driving the truck. I pulled in the driveway and a man came out of the front door with a beer in his hand. He said “who are you, what are you doing on my property?” I then realized we must have pulled into the wrong drive. I told who we were looking for and he said she was the next drive down the road. Then he said we would turn around the back side of the house. He said there was a road back there. As I drove the car back there it got darker and darker, I could not see any road or anything. Then after I turned around I looked back and to my horror I saw my dad and the Penske truck sinking in the mud. Then three guys came running out of the house screaming “the f*****g leach field, the the f*****g leach field, you stupid ****.” Then they went back in the house and the porch light went off. My irritable bowel was starting to get mighty irritated. I thought for sure they were going to come out shooting. Then the light came back on and they came out in work cloths. After about 2 hours of them pulling the Penske with a small tractor and a diesel dodge pickup as well as digging the hogs head out of the mud the Penske was free. I have to say there are some really nice people around. They even offered us a beer after the truck was free. We decided to find a motel and call great grandma the next day. We started driving back into town and I was eating mud clumps from the Penske, guess I should have been in front. We found a Budget Inn that looked nice from the road. Luckily they said the take dogs so we got two rooms. Of course they had the heat off in the room so I figured I would turn it on. I looked over at the wall unit and noticed the plastic grille had melted at one time or another. My wife was going to take a shower until she came running out of the bathroom with a not so happy look on her face. I went in to see what it was. The shower had a nice little city of mold growing in and around it. We both decided not to shower. The next morning was cold but the sun was out. Of course we were starving since the night before we never got to eat dinner at great grandmas. After breakfast we hit the road. I was driving the Penske with my dad and my wife was driving the car. I really wish we the Penske came with a CB because I have one in the car. Instead we were relying on cell phones that hardly worked in the rural areas. Finally we got out of Oregon and the speed limit was up to 75. For some reason I could not get the Penske up over about 73. I figured it must be the gearing or a limit they set in the computer. I was also not very happy about how bad of mileage I was getting. The next night we spent in Ogden UT. I must say I really liked the place and the people were very friendly. We stayed at a Best Western that was being remodeled. We even got a freshly remodeled room. The rest of the trip was thankfully uneventful except for the usual boredom of driving through Wyoming. The day we were going to return the Penske I noticed a little switch under the shift selector. I hit it and sure enough it turned the overdrive on. Now it made sense why I would not get much over 70Mph and the bad fuel economy. Oh well it is all over now. Another day I will explain why I have not been online for so long. Mike | ||
| Gelecamion (Gelecamion)
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mike i had a similar story like yours but i got divorced from having a tree bedroom house swiming pool and all thr things that you might want " the american dream' I am sleeping in a couch at my aunts house but i finally got my bus it is a 4104 brown 1959 year 671 and i drove it for the fist time and that help my self steem or at list got me dreaming again now i will have the ROLLING AMERICAN DREAM so chin up you will get in your feet at no time and also i will be in denver by september for the gem show at the holliday in an d the best western by 1 70 and 1 25 i might have my bus by then i will call you or send you messages so we can meet Glad that you are already in denver i like downtown denver a lot see you later amigo | ||
| jimmci9 #2 Rating: N/A |
i think we've all had the bad times.. followed by the good... in '97 i changed jobs... moved from odessa tx to corpus christi tx... bought a holiday rambler motorhome to live in while my house was on the market... the real estate agent left my house open for an "open house" that lasted about 6-7 weeks, instead of a day... the local gangbangers trashed it... lost it to repo, 'cause an un-occupied house for sale has no insurance coverage.... then the realator files bankruptcy, the gangbangers are all juveniles--- can't be prosecuted... and i'm out a house.... good news??? i decided a bus conversion was a better deal than my motorhome.... so now ive got 3 busses....and i still live in my HR motorhome 8 yrs later..... | ||
| Chuck Newman (Chuck_newman)
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Mike, I'm sorry to hear about your situation. I've been there and I guarantee several years from now you will look back and realize you're now meaner and leaner and a lot more savvy. And you'll soon realize money comes and money goes, but family and close friends are forever. Hang in there. You can only go up. Good luck, Chuck Newman Oroville, CA | ||
| Jim (Jim_in_california)
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I once offered to help a friend move. Oh God. That was '97. I still get nightmares. Let's see if I can recall all the parties involved... 3 dogs. 2 chinchillas. 1 hedgehog. 72 lizards. 8 ferrets. 42 exotic gerbils. 1 bird. 1 sugar glider. 1 madwoman with 27 major personalities and a host of "fragments". And a PACKRAT LIKE NOTHING YOU'VE EVER HEARD OF! because every major personality had their own stash of "stuff". Cross country. <bangsheadonwall> | ||
| Johnny Rating: N/A |
I'm helping my friend move next month. You're not filling me with confidence.  | ||
| Jim (Jim_in_california)
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Did I mention I found out around New Mexico that she was scarfin' meth? | ||
| TWODOGS (Twodogs)
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that's kinda where I invented the 30 minute divorce...all ya' have to do is give her 20.00 & tell her to go buy some new underwear....THEN.....fire up the bus.............  | ||
| Brian (Bigbusguy)
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Try loading every thing you own on and drive My 1948 Dodge 2 ton flat bed truck towing my car trailer with my 49 chevy 1/2 T. pu and drive from Oklahoma to Oregon in January . Top speed was about 50 on level ground. Up the 6 to 7% grades 1 MPH or slower. Real fun on 70mph hwys I had semi trucks passing Me on the sholders. We stuck to 2 lane roads most of the time. It was like going back in time. My freind was driving my 56 chevy pulling my 54 chevy. The coldest was out side of Salt Lake city about 1 or 2 deg. at 9 pm. The truck averaged about 6 mpg. The trip took about 5 days. Snowing about 50% of the time. Brian 4905 Klamath Falls Oregon | ||
| TWODOGS (Twodogs)
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............. 20 below zero on 4" packed snow on a harley with no windshield | ||
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Two Dogs hasn't priced underwear lately... $20 isn't going to keep her busy long enough to drive away. | ||
| TWODOGS (Twodogs)
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I don't allow her too much underwear...a postage stamp is overdressed... | ||
| Marc Bourget Rating: N/A |
2D, I'm surprised she stuck around, the only way I could tolerate those conditions on a Harley would be poaching on her Meth. LOL! I still marvel at my sheltered youth. First time to the Rose Parade, 4:00 am, about 35 deg. and these Hell's Angels are driving down the road in tank tops and sunglasses. Now I understand, chemicals stoked the fires and dialated the eyes. | ||
| TWODOGS (Twodogs)
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yeah...I went to their 50th aniversay party in Ventura,Ca.............. | ||
| CoryDaneRTS Rating: N/A |
Mike I feel for your predicament and bad times and hope the best for you and family comes soon. Before I was retired, After the company Take-Over, I worked 7 years not knowing I would have a job tomorrow or not. Its that new wave of business thinking and they were poor. Would you beleive they were voted as best run company? I figured the voters never talked to any of the employees until I found out they only look at the money part, just like the friggin' company.... Good luck and hope it all gets better for you real soon. cd | ||
| truthhunter@shaw.ca
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Coach Conversion Therapee hauls a hundred treatments and one great cure-all, the geographical cure! |