We eventually found a used Kendon single-place fold-up trailer at a tolerable price locally. These are absolutely excellent trailers and fit into a 2x7' space with ease. The Missus has no trouble unberthing, unfolding, and hitching up the thing to her car.
It's been used for several project bikes and probably has paid for itself in some different ways.
We had high-quality hitches installed on both her new SUV and my older Astro van (which gets the dog-body work of course).
A little bit ago I finished up a project bike I wish I'd kept, a crashed Ducati ST2. I managed to get it into pretty fine shape and running very nicely (for a spaghetti-bender with marinara for an ECU).
A buyer bit hard and really wanted it. He was a long-ago Duc owner and was hot to get back on a two-valver. But he was in the Detroit area and just plain couldn't figure out how to get the bike the 300 miles home.
He tried shippers and looked at renting trucks and trailers and what-all, but just couldn't get it done.
Finally, I got to the point where I said, "if you pay the asking price, I'll ride it there to a hotel next to the Dearborn Amtrak station and you can pick it up there."
He agreed, and I spent a lovely day with the Eyetie charmer, plunking along on US 12, the Chicago Road as the Michiganders call it until we met up as described. He paid in Venmo, I spent the night and grabbed the Wolverine back to Chicago Union (for a measly thirty-eight bucks), and thence home via Metra commuter rail. Pretty as a picture.
Too bad I started to fall in love with the stupid thing on the ride there.
Then I just recently picked a low-priced V-Strom 650 off of the Madison, Wisconsin Craigslist and just couldn't handle the thought of dr-dr-driving a c-ca-car all that way (170 miles).
So I zipped into downtown Chicago on a near-deserted commuter train (eight cars, a thousand seats, and maybe 30 people on the whole train), grabbed an intercity bus to Madison, where the seller met me at the bus station. Fifteen minutes later, I was homebound on a dubiously-maintained Wee with socked-out steering head bearings and who knows what else not in order.
But it got done.
Yes, I felt pretty darn lucky when I pulled into my garage on that one.
2004 V-Strom 650
2020 Ninja 400 in the hands of the Missus
2004 Suzuki SV650S, also Hers
2008 BMW F800ST, mixed.
In the avatar: 1966 Velocette Venom Thruxton and 1967 BSA Royal Star.