I had a '56 Chevy station wagon that I (over)loaded with roofing shingles one night, back when I was putting an addition on my previous house. I took side streets at 25 MPH because the headlights were pointing way high and the (manual) steering could have been power steering. I probably should have put down the second seat and shifted the load forward, but I was already tired enough as it was. Those shingles stayed in the car overnight.
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.
