Gotta hear this one!
Allright. So I was moving from brooklyn to 29 palms, had a 19 1/2 foot Stingray that I was towing with a penske truck. So it was fine for the first 400 or so miles. In Virginia, on the highway at about 8 at night, I glance in the side mirror and a shower of sparks is coming off the trailer. I didn't feel it jerk or anything, so I thought the fucking thing caught fire. So I pull over right away (conviently right next to an exit). Jump out and the damn wheel came off, not really sure what happened, I'm guessing it locked up. Couldn't see the axle as it was buried in mud on the side of the road. So I walk through the rain to the truck stop (mind you this is december and its pouring on a friday night). Call 2 different tow companies, they cant help me. Call this place called Angels towing, guy said he had a rollback and would come out to get me. So I unhook the boat and pull the truck up and wait. So John pulls up in his truck and I jump out. He starts loading the trailer, his daughter and I walk back down the road to see if we can find the tire. So I find the tire and I'm walking back with it. This is when I notice that my truck is not where I left it, it appears to be alot closer to the rollback. Upon further investigation, when I jumped out to meet him, I left the truck running and forgot to put it in park. It sat there for a few minutes and stalled which let it drift back into his truck. What a fabulous night this is turning out to be.
So we get back and jack up the jack up the trailer, and the axle is grinded down and cracked, perfect, needs a new axle. So I said the hell with it asked him if he just wanted to keep it, I didn't feel like dealing with the hassle of finding an axle. So he said sure and didn't charge me for the tow, they were even kind enough to give me a couple turkey sandwiches and offered me a place to sleep for the night. Nice people they turned out to be. So there you have it.
