I was trying to get a viewable position to look at the moon last night. Which meant I had to roll the trolley my beast of a 12" SCT sits on down the driveway decline. Now something that you need to understand is that even though it's bolted to the trolley, this thing is incredibly top heavy.
Somehow I ended up on the up hill side trying to stop the trolley from rolling away and also from toppling over. Compound this by stupidly having something else in my hands at the time - I was physically stuck. I had one hand pulling with all my strength trying to hold the trolley back from rolling down the driveway, but also from not tipping over. I was desperately trying to find something to chock the wheels with.
This was the first time I was actually scared moving this thing. I was stuck between trying to hold it back, stop it from tipping over and trying to extricate myself from this position. At one point when the front wheel of the trolley tipped up off ground I thought - this is it - $5000 down the drain.
When I finally got the situation under control it gave me time to think. Do you know how we all think that one day I have to downsize. Well, this was the first, with beads of nervous perspirations still running down my face, that I seriously understood the need to do just that. I actually said to myself, I can't do this anymore.