Busdaddy would have the room in the garage but for the racecar, and the driveway is at a slant and in the sun. He would do it, I’m sure if there were an easy way, but he would have to pull the car hauler out of the side yard, park it in front of the house on a (barely) two lane street and then move the race car into the car hauler to put Mr. Bill in the garage and then reverse the process when the repair was done and that is not cool.
The trouble is not worth what I would pay him and I won’t ask. I KNOW the trouble it takes to load up the car for a race. It is, at best a two-hour job.
So tomorrow I will do one or two things. I will call the few people I know who “know someone” and/or I will tell my daughter that I cannot take the dogs, if for no other reason than their protection and my liability. I will not ask that her husband fix my truck. He obviously doesn’t want to. But I didn’t fall off the turnip truck yesterday, so I don’t need to bring grief into my own life by doing something I would be held liable for.