(December 11, 2021 at 9:28 pm)Oldandeasilyconfused Wrote:(December 11, 2021 at 8:25 pm)Fireball Wrote: 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.
Farrk.
Was a time I had a boarder. He was a gardener and had a small nursery in the back yard, which was very handy. I bought a 6x4 trailer so we could take plants to Sunday flea markets. I never learned to reverse. Are you familiar with the term "jack knife"? Well it did that, and sliced open the back door. Embarrassing and expensive.
When I was still living at home, Da donated twenty 50lb sacks of composted cow manure to a local youth club who grew veggies to donate to poor people. My brother and I were tasked with delivering it, and loaded all 20 sacks into the boot and backseat of Mike's 1972 Cortina.
We stopped for petrol on the way, and the man at the next pump saw how low the car was riding and said, 'Good lords, lads - whatchu got in there?' and Mikey answed, 'A half-ton of cow shite.' The man got angry and said, 'Just asking, boyo, no need for the smart mouth.'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson