The Trail of Two Cars...

This year I had the perfect angle for the trip story: towing Mark's 1969 Firebird convertible to the convention. I had a tow vehicle, no show-worthy car, and no trailer; Mark had no truck, a show-worthy car, and no trailer; Tony had a spare trailer. Through the magic of the telephone we were able to make the seemingly simple plan of gathering truck, trailer, and car. Ah, but things never seem to go as planned when I'm involved. Over time numerous incidents occurred that might've discouraged lesser (more intelligent?) people, but we forged ahead...it wasn't until 11:30pm the night before we were to leave for West Virginia that we finally threw in the towel. Of course by then we wondered why we hadn't given up sooner.
What's missing?