I watched as the auto-transport carrier driver moved first one switch and then another…carefully.  Then, he’d proceed to move one car a few feet and then another.  There were pins and pulleys to adjust.  My car was two tiers up and two tiers back.  It was nerve-wrecking to watch. It was literally one gigantic puzzle.

We’d received the call the night before that the following morning he would arrive after transporting my car cross country.  The next morning he called to ask if we could meet him at a nearby truck stop – something about a vehicle that size not being allowed on neighborhood streets?  Hmmm….

I had been without a vehicle for ten days now and at this point, I was just glad to be getting my transportation back.  My daughter was always more than glad to take me anywhere I needed to be but she literally needed to be in 4 places at once!  Plus, with my car, I would be able to help her transport kids to school, swim practice or piano lessons.  Another automobile would be a big help!

I continued to watch as, step-by-step, he continued to free my car.  He would lower each station and then bring it closer to the front.  I was standing to one side watching.  My three year old grandson had moved to the front seat of the minivan and was watching every movement closely – fascinated.

Finally, my Camry was free and was backed carefully off.  It was sitting on empty (I clearly remember having almost a full tank and wondered if they had to empty it before hauling it cross-country?).  The first place I drove was to the gas station next door and filled up.

My daughter laughed and said I was like a kid again who zoomed off with her first set of wheels!