This Trip Almost Didn’t Happen — Until We Found a Way to Haul the Fun
There’s a moment every rider knows — when the truck is gassed up, the bikes are loaded, and the whole weekend is stretched out in front of you like fresh trail. That was the plan. Me, my brother, and two friends. A few days in the woods, no cell service, just dirt, throttle, and time.
But two nights before we rolled out, our buddy’s trailer decided it had other plans. Cracked frame. Wobbling tire. Game over.
Or so we thought.
The Hunt for a Hauler
I started scrambling — Facebook Marketplace, texts to friends, even asking a neighbor I barely know. Nothing. Either too small, too sketchy, or “my cousin still has it.”
Then, after a little Google searching, I spotted a local trailer dealer in Rocky Mount that had a few options that looked solid. I made a call, swung by, and within an hour had a 7×14 utility trailer with a fold-down ramp and room for all four bikes.
Did I care about the specs? Barely. I just knew it looked right, felt solid, and meant the weekend was back on.
Trailhead Therapy
We hit the road early Friday. Cool air, coffee in the cup holder, bikes strapped down, and that perfect mix of excitement and relief.
By the time we reached the trailhead near Brush Mountain, the world had already faded behind us. The trailer did its job. No bouncing. No drama. Just smooth hauling, dirt dreams in the rearview mirror, and stories ahead.
We spent the weekend cutting through woods, climbing rocks, and laughing at each other’s wipeouts. The kind of trip that resets your brain. That makes you wonder why you don’t do it more often.
Hauling Fun Is the Whole Point
Looking back, we barely talked about the trailer. But without it, none of it happens.
That’s kind of the beauty of it.
The gear that works well just fades into the background while the real fun takes center stage.
And maybe that’s the point — hauling fun isn’t just about what’s hitched up behind you. It’s about what’s waiting ahead once you finally hit the dirt.
Get Out There
If you’re lucky enough to have a free weekend, a couple of friends, and a full tank — go.
Make it happen.
And when the only thing standing between you and the trail is a way to get there… you’ll find a way.
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