Picking up the piano was fine. Getting the piano into the trailer was fine. Getting it out was fine. Getting it up the stairs was not. I have pathetically weak thigh muscles.
The two friends I had Shanghai:ed to help me managed to wrestle the thing up one flight of stairs. Two to go. Two curving flights of stairs. So we took a break. A long break. Then we called what could only be described as a lean, mean carrying machine, and voila! Problem sorted.
Drinking of beer, eating of tacos and laughing ensued. A good time was had. And the piano was finally home.
As a side note: I misunderstood the reference. 'twas not the Hummer Fucker Crusher. 'twas the Hummer Fucker. The Hummer Fucker Crusher is the big-ass Hummer that crushes the Hummer Fucker for having a sticker across the back window that says...wait for it...Hummer Fucker.
Still a long story. Still won't go into it.
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The one friend I have who owns a piano says "ALWAYS hire a professional to move your piano. They know what they are doing and they have insurance".
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