In case you're wondering, I put the car on the trailer backward to try to take some of the weight off the front end since "The Wife My Lovely Wife" insisted we take her Bravada instead of my truck. (*This post edited for content by "The Wife")

The ride home was the trip from hell. The trailer had a defective bolt in the tongue, and between that and putting the car on backwards, we wobbled / fishtaled terribly at anything over 40 miles per hour. A time or two we thought we might roll the Bravada AND the Ranchero. I was worried about the Ranchero because I didn't have insurance on it yet, but the wife, well, if looks could kill...