When I went to the local dump today with a load of rubbish in my 1929 RPU, I met an old Guy in his late eighties. His eyes lit up when he saw my truck, as though he was meeting an old friend and he told me about when he used to load boxes of cabbages from his market garden onto his Model A pickup truck just after the war. Once with a full load she got stuck in the soft earth, so he set the hand throttle and hopped out to push (as we all do in that situation). But she got away on him and he couldn't catch her up, so he had to stand there and watch as she bumped across the rows of cabbages in a big wide arc until she came back and crashed into a small pump shed (the only shed in the field) and stalled. He was amazed to find that the truck was completely undamaged. Listening to such stories is one of the many pleasures I get from owning an old Model A. 
