Success!

Upon my return from Ohio a little cardboard box was waiting for me. Inside was the holy grail of auto repair: the Haynes Manual. Armed with this textbook of eternal knowledge and a new resolve to bring my car home, I set out on a quest, enlisting the aid of a friend to retrieve the car. After spending about two hours working with a rental truck company in person I wasn't confident in using their services again. However after three minutes on the company's website, I was able to reserve the equipment I needed. All that remained was to show up.
Showing up right on time for my reservation, with all the confidence and peace of mind of someone who is getting what they want, I was meet with curious stares as no one had any idea of my reservation. Confidence changes quickly to panic. Luckily, Cathy, the owner and operator was a saint with computer, found my reservation, and was ready to upgrade me to a larger truck. Only one problem, the trailer needs a new wheel. Could I come back tomorrow? As me face must have sank lower than a basset hound she quickly mentioned that she could have it ready by 4:30 this afternoon, if I liked. Thank you, Cathy! With major defeat averted, we left to get some lunch and return at the appointed hour.
Cathy had the truck with trailer all hooked up and ready to go, so we piled into our new ride and drove straight south down Highway 11 to Kinston. Three white people in a predominately black neighborhood driving a 14 foot rental truck has got to turn some heads. No one said a word however, and just watched politely from their porches as the three crazy white folks, sweating and cursing, pushed and rolled and shoved an otherwise motionless fixture of front lawn statuary, the delta 88, down the street to get a running start at the trailer ramp.
The first try got our front tires on the trailer, but the back end still hung off the ramp, and no matter how we shoved, we couldn't get the 4500 lb sheer steel beast to the top of the ramp. With sadness, the emergency brake was released and we coasted her back down the ramp. Attempt number two fared not much better, and I remembered Sisyphus and his eternal task. However, though energy reserves were drained, a third attempt was made with a longer running distance. This time the delta 88 soared up the ramp, onto the trailer, and with the momentum of a charging bull-rhino slammed the front wheel stops of the trailer and almost took flight into the back of the truck. Luckily, Liz had the brakes on quickly and we congratulated ourselves on a job, well, done.
The ride back to Greenville was fortunately uneventful, and we easily rolled the car into the driveway to await its first repairs. We returned the truck and after a few cold ones, the nightmare of the immobile care was at last over. A deep feeling of satisfaction had set in, and a bright future lay at the end of this long project. With muscles weary, I headed to bed, knowing that with a weeks worth of work before I could start on the car, the Delta 88 would rest safely for now.

The Buddha Said: People of this world are dependent in their thinking on one of two things: on the notion of being, whereby they take pleasure in realism, or in the notion of non-being whereby they take pleasure in nihilism.