Scary Tales of DIY Moving

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

When you're a teenager and in high school, every happening is a grand adventure. It's one to tell your friends about, because it marks you as adventurous, 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 have to have the proper props, but it's kind of hard to carry around a wide piece of wood to illustrate your story. So, your audience will just need to use their imaginations.


A Bit of Background

Prior to beginning 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 point out where his house is). Mount Juliet is situated atop a rise in the ground, making snowy twisting 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 landscape drops some. The rain pools, the mud is sometimes impassable, and just getting up the driveway to get to the school bus is quite difficult.

Next, imagine a couple who happen to be my parents and who both drive into Nashville to work. Their car is parked at the street in front of the house during the week to make it easier for a quick getaway every morn. They both work in offices on opposite sides of Nashville. One would drop the other off at work and then head to their job. Meanwhile at the house, as the downpour continues, the water collects 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 residence closer to Nashville, making it easier and quicker for them to commute to their jobs. 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 back as close to the side door steps as he could maneuver it. A large piece of plywood was used as a loading ramp. So far, the loading of the truck was going smoothly. The rain made things a bit damp and unpleasant, but we were dealing with it.

The Hard Part

At this moment, the truck was loaded. My brother and I were piled in one of the cars with me driving. I was waiting for the truck to pull out of the drive, so I could get behind it on the way to the new house. We perceived Dad having trouble getting out of the drive, and so we walked back up the driveway a safe distance away to observe in order to see what would happen next. He made an effort to rock the truck. No dice. 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. Lastly, Dad put the huge piece of wood underneath the back tires of the moving truck.

The Scary Part

You must be mindful that if you're going to use a piece of wood to get your tires out of the mud, you need to examine which direction the wood will go when your truck leaves the scene. In this case, it shot like a missile 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. It goes without saying, we all got out of there as quickly 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!