The Ghia adventure begins....
Well, we went to pick up the Ghia yesterday - we rented a car trailer (thinking we could save a few bucks rather than having it towed). My boyfriend, Mark, picked up the trailer with his truck and I met up with him on the vespa. We already knew that the brakes were seized so the car was not exactly rolling. Also picture that the car is half in a gardenbed and half on a gravel driveway. We had managed to pick up up a pair of car dollies (yay Princess Auto) but we had forgot to put the jack in the truck - luckily, we found a small hydraulic jack in the ghia but it still was not able to lift the car high enough to place the dolly under the wheel. We both decide to drive home as it was just starting to get dark and we figured we'd need some extra supplies eg. torch (flashlight), another jack, some concrete bricks etc. It's not too far as the car is in Port Coquitlam and we live in Maple Ridge but I didn't fancy riding the vespa in the dark as the headlight has a tendency to blow at the most inopportune moment so I wanted to get it home before dark hit. We get home, stock up and on our way again. By the time we get back to PoCo, it's now pitch black. The extra jack works and we manage to get both dollies under the rear wheels. The car still does not want to move and upon inspecting the front wheel that's stuck in the garden bed - we discover that it's flat (and of course the spare is also flat). Mark declares that oops, he briefly thought about putting the tyre pump in the truck but promptly forgot. We've pretty well had it by now and decide to just pull the bloody thing out of the garden bed with the truck. After some manouvering, we get the trailer out of the way to one side, and attempt to pull the car out. Due to our lack in unpreparedness we only have some nylon rope. We figure it might hold if we double it up. So now, we start pulling it - it moves about a foot but the castors on the dolly are not designed to move on anything other than smooth cement and they dig into the earth like anchors, the rope snaps.
At this point, after much cursing, we throw our hands in the air and decide to call it quits. We take the trailer back to Langley and we get home around 1 am.
The Ghia remains in the garden bed.
We're going to get a proper tow truck to do the job because even if we got the darn thing on the trailer - it's going to be a real bugger to unload.
