Nile over at Gravel & Gold was lucky enough to see this heroic moving feat in the flesh. I’ve patted myself on the back for fitting an inordinate amount of junk in a Volvo station wagon, but that was nothing compared to this. This is poetry.
Nile over at Gravel & Gold was lucky enough to see this heroic moving feat in the flesh. I’ve patted myself on the back for fitting an inordinate amount of junk in a Volvo station wagon, but that was nothing compared to this. This is poetry.
My husband’s hair looks just like that when we pull back the top on the Smart Car.
AWESOME! This brings back fond Berlin memories of moving an entire band’s amps in flight cases on a Vespa 3-wheeled “car”–it looks vaguely like a puny Italian golf cart. But it worked–from Mitte to Frederickshein!
Pics or it didn’t happen!