What's the craziest/most interesting/unique item you've ever hauled or towed with your Taco?

Not my family...

I don't know if you knew this, but I work as a barback at a bar/restaurant/music venue. In the bar business, Thanksgiving Eve is also known as Blackout Wednesday.

 

That reminds me of the morning after my cousin's wedding in July 2016, except it was passing out in my hotel room at 2am and driving to a car show at like 8am...

 

It begins! Clearing the patio in preparation for the DEFCON 5 drinking situation that begins in less than three and a half hours!



And I still have to make at least one more trip!

 

THANKSGIVING EVE 2017 (November 23rd):

We have two ice machines (a big one and a small one). And they couldn't keep up with customer demand. Unsurprisingly, I ended up making two trips to 7-11 that night and buying just over $200 in bags of ice!

FIRST TRIP:




SECOND TRIP:

 

December 5th, 2017:

Bringing the same chairs back...

Pretty sure that hauling chairs in this manner violated some law...

 

Bringing mass quantities of Christmas decorations from boss's house to work...

My boss's house has forced air oil heat (no central A/C, just an old Williamson furnace) and the filter hadn't been changed in a while, so I changed the filter and that's why that's back there.

 

How about a 1244 mud boat and 12hp Copperhead Mud Motor?

Hauled from New Orleans area back to Fort Worth.

 

You guys might like this Pic , This is how I roll

 

I told someone it was like the Clampetts bought a mud boat

 

@Plain Jane Taco
@98tacoma27
@LocoLocal

This was just a week before Thanksgiving THIS YEAR (2017)...

This is not a story of something crazy that I hauled (as I've hauled thousands of dollars worth of wind and liquor before), but rather the hell I went through to pick it up and bring it back...

In preparation for Thanksgiving Eve (the biggest drinking night of the year), I had to pick up about $6,000 worth of liquor and wine.

However, instead of picking up the hooch at one of the two state stores in Doylestown, I would be driving up to Bethlehem to a warehouse/distribution center to get it. Why? It was cheaper for my boss to buy the booze at this state-run LCB warehouse than to buy at either of the two local stores.

We initially thought we'd need two vehicles to carry it all. My boss and one of the female bartenders left first, in my boss's Honda Element. I grab a bite to eat, gas up the Tacoma, and get on the road maybe 30 minutes at most after the girls did. The aforementioned female bartender's daily driver is a 1996 Ford Ranger, and I suggested that we should bring both the Ranger and my Tacoma. My boss shot me down immediately, saying that the Ranger was not reliable. I don't know how dependable the Ranger was or still is. It does have a valid inspection sticker on it, but the heater doesn't work and the tailgate doesn't open.

The drive up to Bethlehem went great, but then a call comes over my truck's Bluetooth when I'm about 15 minutes away from my destination and I immediately recognize it as my boss's cell number (my head unit's screen shows the caller ID). I answer the phone and the first thing my boss says is "Hello Charlie. Where are you?" I tell my her that I'm about fifteen minutes away and will be there soon. She then tells me that she thinks they have enough room in the Element for all of the booze, and I was understandably quite pissed off, thinking that I just drove all this way for nothing. My boss then asks me if I have her credit card, which she'd given me earlier to run some errands for her. I tell her I don't, that I'd given it back to her, and she realizes it's still back at the bar, about an hour away in Doylestown. She then tells me that she forgot to bring a check to purchase the booze with, and the checks were also back at the bar! After this, she proceeds to tell me that I'm going to have to drive all the way back to Doylestown to pick up the check!

At this point, I clench my fists on the steering wheel in a death grip and grit my teeth. Keep in mind that at this point I've driven about an hour up from Doylestown, I'm not even fifteen minutes from my destination, and now I'm gonna have to drive about an hour back to Doylestown and get the check. Then, I'm gonna have to drive an hour all the way back up to Bethlehem to pick up the liquor, and then I'm gonna have to drive another hour back to Doylestown. That's four futhermucking hours!

I was absolutely livid, but the woman on the other end of the line was, still is, and always will be, more than just my boss. She's one of my best friends, a colleague, a role model, and a mentor. I had to keep my frustration in check. All I did in response to this news was scream "JESUS CHRIST!" My boss, ever the understanding one, says "I know. I know." in just the right tone of voice. With no other choice, I tell her I will go back to Doylestown, get the check, and come back to get the booze. She thanks me and we hang up. However, I've still got one problem. I'm hurtling down an unfamiliar highway in an unfamiliar part of the Lehigh Valley. I have no idea where I'm supposed to turn around, and I also really have to take a leak. Luckily, my GPS has locations of gas stations in it, and I find a nearby Turkey Hill. My boss called me as I was pulling into the Turkey Hill and asked me what I was doing at that moment. One of the reasons my boss loves me so much is because I am brutally honest and tell it like it is. Unfortunately, if she's annoyed at me for running late and demands to know what took so long, and it happened to be because I was taking shit, that's what I'll tell her. In this case, it was number one, and this is what I told her. My boss got annoyed at me for stopping to take care of business, since "time was of the essence," and what resulted was one of those rare times when you not only talk back to your boss, but also full-on scream at them, and don't end up in the unemployment line. My angle was that I really needed to pee, and I wasn't driving an hour back to Doylestown with a full bladder. There was more to it than that, but I was pissed (no pun intended). I should also probably mention that the LCB place closed at 7pm. Sure, it was after 4pm by then, I wouldn't get back to Doylestown until after 5pm, and I probably wouldn't get back to the liquor place until closer to 6:30. However, I had to use the bathroom, and that was the most important thing at the moment. I'm not a miracle worker, just a guy with a pickup truck.

My boss also said that they had important stuff to do back at the bar, so they were going to grab dinner and drive back, and let me get the liquor on my own. The fact that they were grabbing dinner did not bother me in the slightest, since I'd put away a cheese steak hoagie on the initial drive up to Bethlehem and was most certainly not hungry.

I hung up with my boss, took care of business in the Turkey Hill restroom, and got back on the road. My GPS literally took me on the scenic route, along the Delaware River. I was initially quite annoyed, but looking back on it this was one of those few times I'm glad the GPS didn't take me on my desired route (I'd taken 309 on the way there). I made it back to the bar in plenty of time, used the bathroom again, grabbed the check, and hit the road back to Bethlehem. I took 309 again, and had a hell of a lot trouble finding the LCB place. I was expecting a typical state store, but it turned out to be a warehouse. My boss had to FaceTime me to direct me where to go, and even then her directions were no good. I think she was confused as to where exactly I was. I finally ended up getting directions from some random guy in an Impala who worked in the same building and was leaving. He directed me to the liquor place, and I finally found it without about 30 minutes until closing time. I ended up cutting a check for more than $5,900 for a literal Tacoma-full of booze. The guys at the warehouse helped me load the truck and I was on my way. I got the booze back to the bar without incident, and my boss let me go home earlier since I was so spent from all that driving...

A check of my Taco's trip odometer revealed that I'd driven about 170 miles since filling up at the Shell in Doylestown before embarking on the initial trip!

I got paid my normal barback salary (which amounted to like $70 for that entire day, most spent driving) and was initially a little upset that I didn't make more, but I realized it was all good. Besides, the following week I ended up making almost $200 just on Thanksgiving Eve! That's just on Thankgiving Eve! I made a fortune that week! And also, I basically got paid $70 just to drive my Tacoma all day. When I'm not working, and there are no car shows going on, it is not uncommon for me to just drive around aimlessly purely out of boredom...

 

Is it a coincidence that the wheels on that trailer are both base 6-lug Taco steelies?

 

I wouldn't have expected a mud boat to come from anywhere else.

I often go duck hunting in SE Louisiana and those boats are how we get in and out of the duck blinds.

 

Probably the 2 girls squeezed in the back of my cab flashing everyone.... The rear view mirror was very handy that day

 

Hahaha you're entitled to your opinion

 

I'm fixing to haul an 18 foot car hauler with a 1997 Honda Civic . Cross the fingers will send pics soon .

 

I don't wanna get banned

 

Haven't gotten it yet sorry will get car soon

 

Hope she can haul it