Please help Lumberjack’s Taco Shack get to Wisco!!

Have you ever heard of Murphy’s Law? Have you ever heard of Food Truck Luck?... Well let me start by saying that I AM A MURPHY and I ALSO OWN A FOOD TRUCKS!! So where do we begin, ahh yes, Tempe Arizona in the direct 118 degree sunlight wrenching on my dream food truck getting ready to head to Wisconsin for the summer. All we have to do is finish putting in a few more parts we are ready to hit the road with our new food truck and our new RV that we are going to live in for the whole summer! Everything’s going good until suddenly it isn’t. The radiator blows in the new food truck. The wiring is chewed through by rats in the new RV and when we finally hook up the water pump, the pipe blows in the closet and floods the bedroom. No big deal right, we only have about 18 hours to leave to make our deadline and we’re already five days late. Pick up the phone and start calling auto shops. Nobody can get us in right away and we can’t have that happen because we’re going to miss our deadline for some really big events to kick off our summer season in beautiful Door County, Wisconsin. It’s safe to say we are expecting some minor delays and breakdowns but figuratively - The shit has hit the fan! Here comes a mental breakdown!! OK cry, freak out, throw some wrenches, splash some cold water on your face, and put it back together. Call your Mom...... And Q the waterworks. Mom and I figured out together we’re going to need get my dad‘s truck immediately, so they’re going to drive out from California to drop it off ( they live 5 hours away) and we only have a few hours to load up and hit the road. With time being cut so short to meet our deadline,? we cannot put on our new axle in time to leave, so we know at some point something is going to fail. But that doesn’t matter, HOPES ARE HIGH, because as we look up the street, here comes our nice new truck. Leather seats, Ice Cold Air Conditioning, 4 Wheel Drive, and a Tow Package Hip Hip Hooray!!!! Or so we thought. Three hours into the trip the back left tire blows. Fix it on the side of the highway real quick and back on the road. Rolling down the highway through the hills pulling the trailer, everything‘s going smooth, the spare tire is aired up and working great, and then a dead stop on the freeway. Look down at the gauges and ahhhhhh an overheated truck. Quickly Pull to the side of the road, let the engine cool, and search for cell service. there’s no service so we have to find some. So strap on the hiking shoes folks, it’s time climb to the top of this big peak. Watch out for snakes!! Still no service on top but there’s a great view of a casino about 2 miles away. Climb down the mountain. Pour some bottles water in the truck, just enough to get to the casino exit. Will they have Engine Coolant? I Guess It’s A Gamble LOL! We go down and over get some coolant. Just turned off the coolant was low. Back on the road, bang bang bang clang clang clang, what’s that sound? Oh it’s just a ceiling vent flopping around. Climb up on the roof with some duct tape problem solved. Start driving to make it about 20 feet and hear a different bang bang clang. It’s the color changing LED lights we have hanging around the roof of the trailer. Strap a few zip ties together problem solved. As I start driving away I noticed the trailer is rocking really strangely fenders dangling off the driver side. Take a lookHave you ever heard of Murphy’s Law? Have you ever heard of Food Truck Luck?... Well let me start by saying that I AM A MURPHY and I ALSO OWN FOOD TRUCKS!!! So where do we begin, ahh yes, Tempe Arizona in the direct 118 degree sunlight wrenching on my dream food truck getting ready to head to Wisconsin for the summer. All we have to do is finish putting in a few more parts we are ready to hit the road with our new food truck and our new RV you were going to live in for the whole summer! Everything’s going good until suddenly it is at. The radiator blows in the new food truck. The wiring is true through by rats in the new RV and when we finally hook up the water pump pipe blows in the closet and floods the bedroom. No big deal right, we only have about 18 hours to leave to make our deadline and we’re already five days late. Pick up the phone and start calling shops. Nobody can get us in right away and we can’t have that because we’re going to miss our deadline for some really big events to kick off our summer season in beautiful Door County Wisconsin. It’s safe to say we are expecting some minor delays and breakdowns but figuratively the shit has hit the fan! Here comes a mental breakdown!! OK cry, freak out, throw some wrenches, splash of water on your face, and put it back together. Call mom. And Q the waterworks. Mom and I figured out together we’re going to get my dad‘s truck immediately, they’re going to drive out from California drop it off, and we have a few hours to load up and hit the road. What time is cut so short to meet our deadline we can put on our new axle so we know at some point something is going to fail. But that doesn’t matter because we have the nice new truck. Or so we thought. Three hours into the trip tire blows. Fix it on the side of the highway real quick and back on the road. Rolling down the highway through the hills pulling the trailer, everything‘s going smooth the spare tire is aired up and working great, and then a dead stop on the freeway and an overheated truck. For the side of the road search for service, there’s no service so we have to find some. So strap on the hiking shoes climb to the top of this big peek. Watch out for snakes!! Still no service on top there’s a great view in the casino about 2 miles away. Pour some water in the truck want to go down and over get some coolant. Just turned off the coolant was low. Back on the road, bang bang bang clang clang clang, what’s that sound? Oh it’s just a ceiling vent flopping around. Climb up on the roof with some duct tape problem solved. Start driving to make it about 20 feet and hear a different bang bang clang. It’s the color changing LED lights we have hanging around the roof of the trailer. Strap a few zip ties together problem solved. As I start driveway I noticed the trailer is rocking really strangely. The fender is dangling off the driver side. Take a look at the bolt, it’s snapped off and is missing ,so we run some wire through it. Now is all tied up. That wasn’t too bad, the clocks ticking, we made it all the way to Kansas, nothings gonna stop us now! As I look back the wobble continues, I already know that the axles bad. I brought a replacement just in case, and boy was that the right decision. We look under the trailer behind the driver side at the leaf spring and the mounting brackets have sheared in half. Immediately dial AAA to no avail, and drive to the nearest shop. They sent us to another shop. They sent us to another shop. And they sent us to the shop of all shops. Scott’s welding! Tell my story, pitch the mechanic the sobs, the pressure, and the deadlines, and he agrees to do an After hours job at 150 bucks an hour. We’re only 12 hours away from Wisconsin so let’s do it, this deadline is looming we are running out of time and we are completely out of money. And that’s why we are here. I’m never one to ask for financial help because it’s very difficult, and to tell you what, it’s down right embarrassing. But I feel as an entrepreneur you have to take on big embarrassment to reap big rewards. So here’s our game plan. I have Scott’s welding put on the new axle which get us on the road to Sturgeon Bay. Drive the entire night so we can meet our deadlines for meetings with vendors and local owners for our summer taco truck stops and locations. Next we are going to knock our huge catering and beer fest out of the park and prove how persistent and resilient a Chef can be when you put all the burners on high. Will we go down in flames or Sautee the Day? I say, “Rain or Shine, Tacos are Divine!!!” So now what do we do? We need to book plane tickets and fly back to AZ immediately after out last event Sunday. Pick up the new Food Truck up from the shop, board up the broken rv windows, load all the new gear into the box truck, and high tail it back to Door County just in time for next weekend. To be honest, I 100% cannot do this by myself. I am not ashamed to say it either. I need your help...,,I need your help. It would mean the world if you can donate, but if you can’t, a simple share would be great. Help make this Taco Dream a Reality-

Sincerely, Chef Cash The TacoBoss