I had been stalking Facebook Marketplace for about a year, and knew a good deal when I saw one...
(It's amazing how many of my stories start out like this)
And that's how I ended up driving 700 miles round trip to pick up...
(Also this)
Yes, it's true. I, terrified of driving, just bought a cart. I am still as surprised as you all are. But after 18 months of talking to Maude about driving, realizing how much Disco enjoys it, seeing how reliable he is, and acknowledging how ridiculous it is to own two ponies broke to drive and not be able to drive them, I gave in.
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| In the seller's garage. I need to get some glamour shots of it soon. |
Driving is OVERWHELMING, y'all. There is so much to learn and so many ways to do it wrong or to buy the wrong things. Maude graciously looked over each used listing I sent her and gave her opinion - not the right size for Disco, you can't show with bicycle wheels, etc etc. But this one checked out.
And and!! I managed to go pick it up on blogger Teresa's birthday, which is the day before my birthday, so we had a birthday brunch on my way up, which was awesome!
I don't know much about the cart. I think this style is called a gig cart. The paint needs some attention, but the crushed velvet seat is in amazing shape. My biggest concern was getting it home - I waffled for a long time on bringing a trailer or just my truck, because the dimensions were super tight. And they were - it barely fit. But it did fit.
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| This does mean I can transport both cart and pony to a show, as long as the weather is good. |
I was very grateful to whoever ordered this truck new for spec'ing like a million tie down points in the bed. It didn't move a millimeter the entire way home. And it also didn't scratch the cab, thanks to some electrical pipe insulation and a blanket.
Next up, I need a harness, and conveniently, The National Drive is being held 30 minutes from me this week, and they have a tack swap...
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| My who knows how old cart next to my 1917 (yes, really) manure spreader |
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