The 26 foot truck almost completely blocked our street. (Brother Jim had parked it so we could pull the ramp straight into our front door.)
We started with a washer, dryer, and the piano.
The couch.
Almost full. The motorcycle is visible buried in the middle; it wound up getting a nasty dent in the fuel tank.
Our street was under construction; we had to plow through some mud to get the truck into the driveway.
Unloading into the garage in Michigan
Moving day
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