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i'm kinda curious what the cheapest way would be to ship a very heavy piece of "furniture", that would probably fit in a standard van, something like 3000 miles?

flying out to get it, and driving it back would be $$$-$$$$ in rental and fuel...

cheaper options?

biggest issue: person with item would not pack it or anything like that; would have to be a special kind of shipper.
 
Bladite said:
i'm kinda curious what the cheapest way would be to ship a very heavy piece of "furniture", that would probably fit in a standard van, something like 3000 miles?

flying out to get it, and driving it back would be $$$-$$$$ in rental and fuel...

cheaper options?

biggest issue: person with item would not pack it or anything like that; would have to be a special kind of shipper.
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Shipping wars!
 
Bladite said:
i'm kinda curious what the cheapest way would be to ship a very heavy piece of "furniture", that would probably fit in a standard van, something like 3000 miles?

flying out to get it, and driving it back would be $$$-$$$$ in rental and fuel...

cheaper options?

biggest issue: person with item would not pack it or anything like that; would have to be a special kind of shipper.
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I have a small pickup truck and a lot of free time...


Wait. Is it some kinda sex swing or something? I'll still do it, I just won't bother covering it with a tarp.
 
Yeah, you could possibly get it moved with a sort of relay using Beckerheads. Of course, it's gonna take a whole lot of coordination.
 
I'm good for the Caddo Mills to Grand Prairie leg, unless it's on a weekday or raining.:thumbup:
 
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Grandpa did not actually die in a car accident (I was just being a smart-alec about that), but he did drive a huge late-60's 4-door Chevy Caprice very much like this one... except in that puke-green factory metal-flake paint... as a little kid I remember being very proud of myself when I got strong enough to open those old-school door handles all by myself and act like a gentleman to open the door for Grandma or my Mom... I used to practice that when no one was lookin, like I was lifting weights or something :o Those freakin' latches didn't give up easily to a little scrawny kid's weak spindly thumbs :D

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Pretty sure his was a hard-top, I've been wrong before, though... Anyway, it was so vast at the tender age of 5 or 6, when I was already quite tall for my age, I could still very comfortably sit on the arm-rest built into the middle of the front bench seat and see through the windshield quite clearly when he and Grandma took me for a ride in the country and to go get an ice cream or burger at the local drive-in. Seat belts? Never heard of 'em back then.

They sure don't make 'em like that anymore...
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Growing up, my parents had a giant early 70's mercury marquis I think. I remember my brother and I would climb up on the back deck, up against the back window and ride around there.. It was big enough that when we were in trouble and my dad would lean over the seat and start swinging, we could both get far enough away he couldn't reach us, lol
 
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Growing up, my parents had a giant early 70's mercury marquis I think. I remember my brother and I would climb up on the back deck, up against the back window and ride around there.. It was big enough that when we were in trouble and my dad would lean over the seat and start swinging, we could both get far enough away he couldn't reach us, lol
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We had an Olds Delta 98 that could fit 4 of us with our hockey equipment on....in the back seat. Had some issues, tho. Sometimes frost would blow out of the AC, and first time I remember hearing my dad use the "f" word was when I saw my him jump out of the smoke filled car. Turns out the battery tray rusted through, and he put enough weight on the chassis when he got in that the battery fell against the car body and shorted out. I think we got rid of it shortly after. Always referred to as "the Oldsmobubble". Classic land yacht.
 
My Dad was a Chevy guy, and liked to call 'em "Oldsmobuckets" ;)

My Dad and uncle both had a couple giant cars like that over the years. My uncle was a mechanic for a used car lot, so he would snag deals when they came in from auctions or trades. I remember his baby-blue late 60's Lincoln with suicide doors and a massive big block... 500cu in or something crazy like that. 0-60mph in about 20 minutes, and 60-120 right now... I swear you could actually watch the needle on the fuel gauge move towards E as you rolled down the highway :D
 
You're right about the gas gauge. I can still do that in my Mustang and it only has a 289.
Biggest we had was was a '66 Thunderbird with the 390. Longest doors you ever saw. Still couldn't hold all 8 of us, so we had to get a van.
I loved the "disc brakes" button on the brake pedal - I always wondered why putting a disc there on the pedal would make it stop better...

My sister tapped a triumph with it when she was learning to drive. The triumph was totalled. You had to look REAL hard to see the scratch on the T-Bird bumper. Sold it before I Was old enough to drive - so I learned on the van. Dagnabbit.
 
Got the water line replaced from the curb stop to the house yesterday, finally. Went from 3/4 galvanized, to an inch schedule 40. Water pressure is close to doubled. So glad to have it done. One less thing to worry about. A guy was gonna charge us $1,000 to do it, but we couldn't afford to have it done. My uncle did it for us, for the price of parts and his gas money to get here and back. Cost us $200.

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My mother dodged a rattlesnake by shear providence. She cleaned up flower bed around some roses (weeds, leaves, sticks, etc) and sprinkled fertilizer around them and told me to water it in. Started with first one and a 22 inch long rattler uncoils from around the base of the rose. I quickly stomped on it behind the head and used my 9 to dehead it with a short thrust.

Moral of the story - always wear boots and carry a big knife. No pics yet. My camera has decided it doesn't want to auto focus. All I get are blurry junk. Ain't technology grand?
 
I remember loading up in the '59 Pontiac Catalina station wagon and heading out on vacation. It was a nine passenger job with a 389 4bbl and would run like a snake bit mare. I also remember the brakes going out in the Smokies rather vividly. :D
 
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My mother dodged a rattlesnake by shear providence. She cleaned up flower bed around some roses (weeds, leaves, sticks, etc) and sprinkled fertilizer around them and told me to water it in. Started with first one and a 22 inch long rattler uncoils from around the base of the rose. I quickly stomped on it behind the head and used my 9 to dehead it with a short thrust.

Moral of the story - always wear boots and carry a big knife. No pics yet. My camera has decided it doesn't want to auto focus. All I get are blurry junk. Ain't technology grand?
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My sister got hit in the leg by a Copperhead last year...:eek: Good thing she had cargo pants on! :eek:

I Killed 14 Copperheads on the place last year.....
 
200 is a great price but uncle or not i would have made you dig that trench!!

I use to make a small "living" with a shovel. I decided to join the army while digging a 5 foot squared pit in limestone and clay. Even when i got in trouble in the army and had to clean the latrines with a toothbrush, or fill sandbags all day, i was thankful i wasnt back digging pits.
 
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