Lowboy Equipment Trailers

lowboy equipment trailers
  • an instrumentality needed for an undertaking or to perform a service
  • The necessary items for a particular purpose
  • The process of supplying someone or something with such necessary items
  • Mental resources
  • A tool is a device that can be used to produce or achieve something, but that is not consumed in the process. Colloquially a tool can also be a procedure or process used for a specific purpose.
  • The act of equipping, or the state of being equipped, as for a voyage or expedition; Whatever is used in equipping; necessaries for an expedition or voyage; the collective designation for the articles comprising an outfit; equipage; as, a railroad equipment (locomotives, cars, etc.
  • (trailer) a large transport conveyance designed to be pulled by a truck or tractor
  • An unpowered vehicle towed by another, in particular
  • An open cart
  • (trailer) dawdler: someone who takes more time than necessary; someone who lags behind
  • The rear section of a tractor-trailer
  • (trailer) preview: an advertisement consisting of short scenes from a motion picture that will appear in the near future
  • a low chest or table with drawers and supported on four legs
  • A lowboy is a small table with one or two rows of drawers, so called in contradistinction to the tallboy or highboy chest of drawers.
  • A lowboy (low loader in UK English) is a semi-trailer that has two drops in deck height; one drop right after the gooseneck and one drop right before the wheels. This allows the deck to be extremely low versus normal trailers.
  • A low chest or table with drawers and short legs
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Coming Soon! Erotic Grindhouse Trailers From The 70's
Coming Soon! Erotic Grindhouse Trailers From The 70's
Back in the day, the erotica was on the big screen and not the small one. The naughty bits were 20 feet high and 50 feet wide. Back when size really mattered, and the erotica was huge!
These were real movies, in real movie theaters, most of them really bad, except for the sex!.
So in this big 2 dvd set, we ve taken the big erotic movies and cut thme down to size. Over 180 minutes of TRAILERS for the big (and not-so-big) erotic movies of the Golden Age.
These trailers average 6-8 minutes each. That makes them a miniture version of the original film, that includes a whole lot of the action and little of the labored plot and bad acting.
Bottom line, this amazing 2 dvd set is like buying a whole armful of classic erotic movies, all of them cut to a length that keeps them from getting boring!
You ll see the stars like Ron Jeremy, John Holmes and others.
Sure the pictures have gotten a little amaller, but this great dvd package brings back a big chunk of the fun!

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Hitching a Ride
Hitching a Ride
The crew of this planer was charged with several different roads needing repaired in the small city of Bowling Green, Ohio. It's excessive weight makes driving the machine long distances costly, as the crawler's rollers wear more quickly. As such, it's more cost effective to use a low boy to move the machine across town, even though it's less then a 5 minute drive.
Mack Granite w/ John Deere Front End Loader on Lowboy Trailer
Mack Granite w/ John Deere Front End Loader on Lowboy Trailer
A Mack Granite day cab hauls a John Deere Wheel Loader on a lowboy onto the site of a project at the Phillips Canal Bridge-Tunnel. First Gear 1/64 scale.

lowboy equipment trailers
lowboy equipment trailers
Lowboy: A Novel
Early one morning in New York City, Will Heller, a sixteen-year-old paranoid schizophrenic, gets on an uptown B train alone. Will is on a mission to save the world from global warming—to do it, though, he'll need to cool down his own body first. And for that he'll need one willing girl.

Lowboy tells the story of Will’s odyssey through the city’s tunnels, back alleys, and streets in search of Emily Wallace, his one great hope. It also follows his mother, Violet Heller, as she tries desperately to find her son before psychosis claims him completely. Violet is joined by Ali Lateef, a missing-persons specialist, who learns over the course of the day that more is at stake than the recovery of a runaway teen: Will Heller has a chilling case history, and Violet—beautiful, enigmatic, and as tormented as her son—harbors a secret that Lateef will discover at his own peril.

Amazon Best of the Month, March 2009: I'm not the first and certainly won't be the last reader to herald Lowboy for the subtle homage it pays to one of the best-known heroes in 20th century fiction, or to envy and delight in its masterful vision of New York City as seen from its darkest, most primal places. What's most seductive for me about John Wray's third novel--and arguably the one that puts him squarely on the map alongside contemporary luminaries like Joseph O'Neill, Jonathan Lethem, and Junot Diaz--is how skillfully it explores the mind's mysterious terrain. This isn't exactly uncharted land: John Wray's Will Heller--a.k.a. Lowboy--is a paranoid schizophrenic off his meds and on the lam, certain of both his own dysfunction and of the world's imminent collapse by way of global warming, but Wray handles that subtext delicately and is careful to make Will's mission to "cool down" and save the world feel single-minded without being moralistic. Wray invokes all the classic elements of a mystery in the telling, and that's what makes this novel such a searing read. As Will rides the subway in pursuit of a final solution to the crisis at hand, we meet (among others) Will's mother Violet, an Austrian by birth with an inscrutable intensity that gives the story a decidedly noir feel; Ali Lateef, the unflappable detective investigating Will's disappearance whose touch of brilliance always seems in danger of being snuffed out; and Emily Wallace, the young woman at the heart of Will's tragic odyssey. The novel moves seamlessly between Will's fits and starts below ground and Violet and Ali's equally staccato investigation of each other above. This kind of pacing is the stuff we crave (and we think you will, too)--the kind that draws you in so unawares that before you know it, it's past midnight and you're down to the last page. –-Anne Bartholomew

John Wray on Lowboy

John Wray Three years ago, not long after I'd begun Lowboy, I made a decision that--in retrospect--even I find slightly odd: to write as much of the novel as possible on the New York City subway. The reasons for this admittedly drastic step ranged from the practical (subway cars have no internet access, no cell phone reception, and next to no procrastination options) to the wildly romantic, if not outright ridiculous. Like some over-eager method actor, a part of me was convinced that I'd write about the subway more vividly and honestly if I immersed myself in it absolutely. Fully half of Lowboy's narrative takes place underground, much of it in the subway tunnels, so getting the look, smell, and feel of subterranean New York right was crucial to the book's success. It also happened to be cheaper than renting an office.

The challenges of my new workplace weren't the ones that I'd expected. I was amazed at how effectively I was able to tune out the commotion around me, simply by putting on headphones: a good playlist on my laptop was essential, but beyond that, as long as I avoided rush hour, staying focused presented no great problem. The seats in the older cars made my back hurt after a few hours, certain stretches of track in the outer boroughs were so rough that it was hard to type properly, and restrooms were few and far between, but I adjusted to those things in time. The more comfortable I got, however, the more my frustration grew, for the simple reason that the subway was starting to feel like my living room. I was becoming resistant to its strangeness: I was seeing it with the eyes of a commuter. Nothing could have been farther from the point of view of my protagonist, a sixteen-year-old schizophrenic boy, newly escaped from the hospital, to whom even the most familiar things feel alien. The harder I looked, the less I seemed to see.

I'm not sure what triggered the change that came a few weeks later, but I know that it came suddenly. I was riding the Coney Island-bound F in the early morning, staring blankly out the window at the tunnel racing past; I remember feeling bored and vaguely hungry. When I turned around, though, I seemed to be in a different car completely. For the first time, every feature of the interior had a clear purpose to me: the seats stopped short of the floor for ease of cleaning, the orange and brown tones were meant to encourage well-being, and the polka-dot pattern on the walls, which I'd never looked at closely, was in fact made up of the official seal of the state of New York, repeated countless times in brown and grey. The discovery made me a little paranoid--on the lookout, suddenly, for more signs of Big Brother's presence--which was just the state of mind I'd been pursuing. From then on, the novel all but wrote itself.

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