When i was single, a plumber friend asked me if i would build a stone fireplace for him up in Vermont. (I'm in southern Connecticut). I told him i would only do it on weekends, which was fine with him. At the time, i had a couple of trucks and a motorcycle. i loaded all of my heavy equipment and my hand tools into the pickup truck and headed north. I started the job and left for home Sunday evening, leaving my mixing tubs and mud pans, along with shovels and mixing tools up in Vermont.
The following weekend, and for several weekends to follow, I would load my tool bag and a bucket full of stone tools, sleeping bag, duffel bag with extra work clothes and some extras for my Saturday excursion into Bennington, all onto the back of my motorcycle and head back north to the hills. Sticking out behind the bike was my four foot level with a big red flag tied onto it. The load was so heavy, that the first nite i headed to the job, I was riding up the hill to the job in pouring rain at 2 am in the morning. As I neared the top of the hill, the bike was about to stall, I started to spin as I twisted the throttle. As the rear wheel grabbed into the mud, the front wheel rose for the sky and over I went, tools and bike were in all directions. somehow, nothing ended up on top of me. The owner (the plumber) had heard my bike climbing the hill and happened to look out thru the side of the house (still open , but it did have a roof) and happened to see the bike go over. He came out to help and since I was ok, we both stood there laughing in the pouring rain. I was ok with great protection from my raingear, but he managed to get soaked. He often talked, and laughed, about that nite for many years afterward.
I finished that job on a weekend when it snowed about 12 inches. I would go to the foot of his hill on Sunday afternooon and jump into the freezing brook to get cleaned up before heading south. My friend was laughing that I would not go into the brook in that snow storm. He often told his friends about that one also. he could not believe that I actually did it. It was quite a ride that nite with the snow coming down and the load of tools on the back of the bike. By the time I got to Pittsfield, the snow stopped and i had a good ride the rest of the way home.
Yeah! When the work is there, you drive what you need to drive. You also gotta have a little fun along the way.
Tinker