There's nothing like arriving at a destination, after a nine hour road trip, and realizing the rocket box, doesn't have clearance. All I can say is one, thank goodness Hubby was driving. I would have driven right into the parking garage without a thought, ripping the roof top box off the car.
And, two, the man knows how to take stuff apart , qiuckly. He had the cargo box unloaded and off the car in less than 10 minutes. Our condo has zero street parking, so that is a very good thing.
Three, my oldest doesn't take after my husband. Confused? Let me 'splain it to you Lucy.
"Dad I think we should just go for it!" says Vinny, when we were all still wondering if we could make it through.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Uh, I Don't Think So
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4 comments:
I like that Vinny! Have fun!
Oh, grandson.
Oh, grandson, I worry about you
Dude, Imagine trying to get rollin thunda up in there?
Would've had to bust out a giant saw or something...
Good thing the man was there eh?!
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