Monday, 9 January 2012
Requiem for a Trailer
One thing guaranteed when my brother-in-law visits: the talk will be exclusively of vehicles. This might have saved our bacon however in the form of preventing us being left at the side of the road witnessing the death of our beloved trailer. Launching into one of his stories, M told us of a friend who owned a trailer of the same vintage as ours - about 30 years old - and he happened to look underneath it one day. To his horror he saw that rust had advanced to the point that the chassis was about to part company from both axles. Alarm bells ringing, my husband inspected his own trailer's nether regions. We must have been one trip away from disaster. Our trailer is in almost constant use; in its long life it has carted loads for us over bumpy ground roads in the Karoo, it's been on holiday with us to the Kruger Park and on camping trips in Botswana. Perhaps its most arduous tasks have been helping us move house on several occasions. Finally, living at the coast has taken its toll. After spending some hours steeped in gloom (our house also urgently needs painting and the well-point needs repair), husband rallied briefly and decided that he could make a temporary fix which should last about 4 months during which time we can save up for a new one. He has cut out the offending rusted parts and screwed in long pieces of square steel tubing down both sides of the chassis to which he has reattached the axles. Now the trailer is back on its feet and we can breathe again. Fingers crossed.