Little Room For Error
The bridge over the Nehalem River looks large, but when it is time to drive the stock trailer or the Big Red Beast or other equipment, shows that the lane is just barely wide enough. Less than a half inch on either side of the trailer is a very small margin.
Mike has perfected the art of hitting the bridge at just the correct angle to allow tires on both sides of whatever he is moving to fit inside the rails of the flatcar that used to be a train. This of course was after years of shredding tires, but he is really good at not doing that now.
When we need to use the tractor to move the stock trailer around (which is when it is too wet to use the pickup), it is much harder to align the tires with the bridge since the tractor is narrower than the trailer and has no mirrors that can be monitored. Mike is the much better driver so he does that while I stand at eye level at the incline of the bridge an eyeball his progress. I remind Mike that I have terrible depth perception and cannot tell a straight line from S-curves and that my arms stretched out could mean three feet or three inches but I get this job anyway.
Between the two of us he successfully gets the trailer hauled across the bridge and back over to where it needs to be parked in the driveway with very little room for error.
I would like to take a moment to thank those who click on the icon to do shopping with the affiliate, (clicking on the affiliate icon does not make you purchase, only gets you the their site) and sometimes I get a small commission from your purchases if you do shop, without a cost to you!
As always, Prime and special codes work with the icon and you do not have to purchase any item that I promote. Please consider using my link when you do your cyber shopping. Thank you for your support
When you said “Mike has perfected the art of hitting the bridge,” I envisioned something not so good, but am glad you made it clear that hitting meant more like navigating.
Navigating the bridge is an apt description, however when he does not navigate smoothly, hitting is a closer way to describe the shredded tires, smoking rims and wild bounces off the raised lip of the train car.