I hurt my arm a little bit transporting the dual showman. Thanks A for helping, I forgot how heavy that B is. So my arm hurt a little, like the kind of pain after playing catch, but it hurt a heckofahellofalot (aka:shit-ton) by the time I finished my two hour white-knuckle drive back to my country home base, like a spar-gone-wrong kind of pain. I'm paralyzed. Except for my shutterfinger.
On a final note: never trust a travel writer that recommends anything pertaining to lighthouses as a legitimate destination.