I’m driving to Atlanta from Ohio: 700 miles. This is a one-way trip. I’m that irritating anti-speeder everyone passes on the left on the highway, so I don’t imagine that keeping myself to 65mph the whole time will be much of a problem. I need a small truck because I know I’ll be able to turn a smaller truck around up the driveway leading up to the new house, a space I’m not sure I can manuever with a bigger truck.
Excluding my washer and dryer and bed, my heaviest objects are my 42" computer monitor, an oak armoire, a chest of drawers and aggregately my books: fifty milkcrates of books, six more banana boxes of hardbacks and another six that I inherited from my brother. Oh, and my comics collection: 15 long and shortboxes. There’s a couple of armchairs and bunch of tables, my 4 bookcases (real wood, solid heavy), one chest of drawers, one short storage table. Five small file cabinets, but I’ve lightened those.There are four industrial sized “contractor bags” filled with clothes and six plastic trunks filled with clothes and linen. A big box of bedding. A dozen small appliances in their original boxes. Also, assorted knicknacks of various weight like my hatrack. There’s a 9 foot ladder. My bike. Oh, and I’m a fat bastard. Did I mention that?
I was given room estimations by two different moving companies over the phone who gauged my stuff at 2,700 -3,000 pounds and 3,200- 3,800 pounds respectively – the big question mark being just how much do these damn books weigh.
Myself, I looked around my apartment and thought, “Okay. 2000 pounds is seven of me. If I’m in the driver’s seat, does all my stuff weigh as much as six of me in the back, put together?” I thought: “Six? Maybe around nine of you, big man.”
Up til now, I’d been worried about whether the bulk was a problem: I just didn’t consider the truck’s loaded down weight until the day before yesterday.
No chance the 2,000 limit is just a “wiggle room” spec?