There are so many stories we hear about people who’ve had a horrific experience when embarking on a long-distance drive. Every story of someone deciding not to take advantage of auto transporting starts out the same:
The person decides that instead of flying to their destination, they’re going to drive—auto car transport never occurs to them and they are hopelessly intoxicated off of the romantic idea of The Great American Road Trip. The drive always starts off great. They have their boxes loaded up, overhead cargo securely tethered to the roof racks, the car is gassed up, tire pressure checked, oil changed—the whole shebang.
The person is always a few hours into the drive, singing along to The Band or some Dylan tune, something that really reflects the spirit of the dusty lonesome highway, and then they hear a loud pop, or start to smell smoke, or the car just slows and stops altogether. The person’s road trip just made a 180. They end up waiting on the side of the road, trying to get cell phone signal until a creepy trucker shows up with those tacky naked-lady mudflaps on his rig, and offers them a ride. And the story just get’s crazier from there. Every story starts out the same, and every story ends the same—the person always wishes they used auto car transport.