Okay, so yesterday I had this whole thing to deal with. I needed to get my motorcycle onto my pickup truck, but I didn’t have any fancy equipment. Just me, my bike, my truck, and a whole lot of “I hope this works.”
First, I scratched my head for a bit, wondering how the heck I was going to do this. I’m no bodybuilder, and that bike is heavy! I walked around my truck and bike a few times, like I was sizing up an opponent in a boxing match.
The “Ramp” Situation
I remembered I had some old wooden planks in the garage. I figured, “Hey, maybe I can make a ramp!” So, I dragged those suckers out. They were pretty long, but definitely not made for this. Kinda splintery, too. I leaned them against the tailgate, and they looked… precarious.
- Plank 1: Seemed okay, but had a suspicious crack in the middle.
- Plank 2: Warped like a banana.
- Plank 3: Surprisingly sturdy, but covered in what I hoped was just mud.
I tested the “ramp” by pushing down on it with my foot. It creaked ominously. I decided to use the least-worst plank (Plank 3) and hoped for the best.
The “Push”
Alright, time for the main event. I lined up the bike with the plank. Took a deep breath. And then… I pushed. And pushed some more. That bike was NOT cooperating. It felt like I was trying to push a stubborn mule up a hill.
I tried getting a running start, but that just made me run into the back of the truck. Not my finest moment. I stopped, re-evaluated, and realized I needed more leverage.
The “Victory” (Sort Of)
I grabbed a couple of smaller pieces of wood and placed them under the main plank, kind of like a makeshift support system. I also found some old rope and tied it around the bike’s handlebars, thinking maybe I could pull it up that way.
This time, with a combination of pushing, pulling, and a whole lot of grunting, I managed to get the front wheel onto the plank. Progress! It was slow, and the plank was definitely groaning under the weight, but I kept going.
Inch by inch, I wrestled that bike up the ramp. It was a battle of wills (and physics). Finally, with one last heave-ho, I got the whole thing into the truck bed. I collapsed next to it, sweating and covered in dirt, but victorious!
It wasn’t pretty, it definitely wasn’t safe, and I probably wouldn’t recommend it to anyone, but hey, I got it done. Next time, I’m renting a real ramp. Or maybe just calling a friend with a trailer. Lesson learned!
