Never known for my patience, I had already rung the delivery service to confirm an ETA.
My sack truck was sitting out by the garden gate an hour before! Perhaps I should hastily add that I didn't do any practice runs.At 11am precisely my 35 year search for quality bass finally ended. With an undignified 60 yard sprint down the drive to meet the delivery lorry. My Ferrari-red sack truck reached a new top speed on the outward journey!
I could not believe the sheer size of the box on the lorry tail-lift! But I was too impatient to hear what it could do to take any pictures of the arrival! There are other priorities.
The empty box picture below is an 'action replay' for the camera so I had an image to put on the website.
At this pont I was also rather worried what my wife would think of this monster subwoofer sitting in our listening room!
