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Trailer Tire Sizes Explained

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  • A small tire often 12" with a load range B and a capacity rating of 850 lbs
  • Make (an idea, situation, or problem) clear to someone by describing it in more detail or revealing relevant facts or ideas
  • (explaining) The process of making something clear. (ch 16) (584)
  • Minimize the significance of an embarrassing fact or action by giving an excuse or justification
  • Account for (an action or event) by giving a reason as excuse or justification
  • An explanation is a set of statements constructed to describe a set of facts which clarifies the causes, , and consequences of those facts.
  • The relative extent of something; a thing's overall dimensions or magnitude; how big something is
  • (size) (used in combination) sized; "the economy-size package"; "average-size house"
  • Extensive dimensions or magnitude
  • Each of the classes, typically numbered, into which garments or other articles are divided according to how large they are
  • (size) cover or stiffen or glaze a porous material with size or sizing (a glutinous substance)
  • (size) the physical magnitude of something (how big it is); "a wolf is about the size of a large dog"

La Poubelle
La Poubelle
So, Tijn and I started our journey back home on the early morning of Wednesday the 16th of July. That day is now known as 'The Day That Daddy Dropped the Carkey in the Trashcan on Highway A7 in France'. This happened around 10:30am after TIjn woke up from his morning nap in the car, and we both needed to stretch our legs. When I unlocked Tijn from his chair, I saw a bit of rubbish on the car floor. I picked it up and put in my pocket, because there was no trashcan close by and it requires both hands to get Tijn out of the car. So, we're out of the car, been to the gents, ready to grab a cracker with peanut butter, when I spot the trashcan above. I empty my pocket with my left hand and throw the rubbish in the trashcan. Meanwhile, I am holding my mobile phone with my right hand, because boy, it would be stupid to accidentally throw the phone in the trashcan, wouldn't it? Five minutes later I want to lock the car, and notice that my left pocket, where the rubbish was, is now empty. No car key. I check all other pockets, but no luck. Then, the trash can enters my vision again. I open the lid and immediately spot the key on top of the other rubbish. Big deal, I hear you think. Just reach in, grab the key and move on. Well, here's the thing. That trashcan is about the size of our holiday trailer. What you see is only the top 33%, the rest is hidden in the ground like an iceberg. And it was mostly empty. So the only way for me to grab that key was to climb in. With all the other people relaxing and chilling in front of my trashcan, there was some hesitation from my side. The French are used to the dumb tourists doing weird things, but climbing in and out of a trashcan.... I waited 10-20 minutes and then made my move. Tijn was happily biking on the curb, so that was temporarily under control. Climbing in was simple, because the lid-hole is big enough for a man to go through. But then inside, I couldn't get hold of solid ground. Not knowing how deep the trashcan was, and if I would ever be able to climb out if I would just let go (a biiiiig NO there, in retrospect), I kept hold of the lid with one hand, while using my feet to lock myself in against the sides of the trashcan. And then grabbing for the key with the other remaining limb. No luck. All the hassling actually made the key slide in deeper, under other trash. Very frustrating. And of course, the smell inside that can wasn't helping either. As my arm and legs grew tired of keeping the balance, I decided to climb out and try something else. Didn't know what at that time. But the idea of me being stuck inside the trashcan, with Tijn out there on the run (a parking lot!!!), wasn't very appealing either. Outside I noticed a phonenumber on the trashcan. The lady, Dominique, on the other end was very kind and eventually called me back saying that she had reached someone that would eventually drop by the check things out. It didn't sound very promising, also because I didn't feel comfortable that she had understood where I was exactly on the A7 highway, with my excellent Frenglish. What saved the day was a patrol car of the French highway service company. As it drove by the parking lot, I waved the guy and explained what had happened. Within 45 minutes the big truck you see on the 2nd picture dropped by and lifted the garbage out. That's when I found out this thing is about 4 meters deep. If I had let go of the lid, I would definitely not have been able to climb out. Anyway, the highway service guys and I searched through the trash and within minutes I spotted the key. The fact that the trash can was mostly empty turned from bad luck into a big positive. All in all, this delayed our journey by an hour, which was not bad at all. Were there other options? Not within the same time frame. Patty had the spare car key. But she was still in Montpellier, a good three hours away from where I was. Paying a cab or courier to deliver that key to me would have been expensive and would have taken at least 3 hours. If I hadn't recovered the key, the car would have been towed away to a service station to see if the lock could be tampered with. Alternatively, the lease-company would have provided a spare car to drive home. All options would certainly have extended my journey with another day. In the end, I had this weird feeling that I had landed in someone else's life. This stuff doesn't normally happen to me. It felt very Armstrong-ish. Maybe I should syndicate this story out... ;)
You don’t have to explain humiliation of your teenage station
You don’t have to explain humiliation of your teenage station
Everybody here Comes from somewhere But they would just as soon forget and disguise At the summer camp where you volunteered No one saw your face, no one saw your fear If that apparition had just appeared Took you up and away from this place and sheer humiliation Of your teenage station Nobody cares no one remembers and nobody cares Yeah you cried and you cried He’s alive he’s alive/a lie Ah, you cried and you cried and you cried and you cried If you call out safe then I’ll stop right away If the premise buckles and the ropes starts to shake For the details mark With the stories the same You don’t have to explain You don’t have to explain Humiliation Of your teenage station [Supernatural Superserious - R.E.M.] Who? Walter Where? Bellavista station © Benedetta Veneruso (CandyBenny), all rights reserved. Use my photos without my permission is illegal.

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