Yeah, thanks. It was sketchy, those seconds that make your heart pound. It’s not wide enuf to balance effectively.. there’s that 6-8” ramp down transition that leaves your feet flailing. One too far tip, already half a foot off the ground, narrow footing… yeah that doesn’t have any concerns…AND breaks my number 1 rule which I thought I already learned from the incident that made it my #1 rule.. which is… now, if I even think.. that.. it maybe a little tough… to do this.. let’s see, if I do this. FULL STOP! Wait, Get Help!! it’s not like I can’t get help.Nah.
Just lower the lift, then lower and remove the jack, and she'll just roll right off the back, with a little push.
You got this!
But nooooooo, yeah it did it, without incident, but my brain says, next time, plan help.

But look, she’s on the ground. I put 20 miles on it, runs better, handles better.. nothing leaks, the burn off wrap smoke made for some funny stop lights.. have a good mind to run down to Daytona in the morning. Ready for some highway speeds and check out the new manufacturer offerings there at the speedway. See how many STers I can see.
Our guest room is now cat proof
Good work on your solution.(never, EVER, throw away scrap pieces of hardwood that might someday turn out to be useful in some unforeseeable way)
But that other.. I have those same pieces of wood that are now petrified! Problem is, I feel that way about most things.. stuff. Not hoarding problem but that.. someday be useful, absolutely hits home with me!
I bet you're one of those wild rebels that runs around the house with scissors in both hands and your underwear inside out on your head.
Soooo jealous.
Scissors! Underwear inside out!! Hell yeah, but we don’t run around the house!
let me be clear.. too old to run, if I ran.. I think I would get hurt worse than the other stuff!
Sooooo nothing to be jealous about.

