My '69 145 has those same rear-view mirrors on it, and I must say, they're about as useless as breasts on a boar. Good thing there's a lot of glass to look out of....

My Keeper has made it her personal mission to make sure all her friends know how to change a tire. She'll bring them over on some sunny day, say "We've got a really clean driveway, beer and wine and sandwiches and good music, none of which you'll have when you are doing this on the side of the freeway in the rain with a whole carload of screaming children. First we find your Jack..." and then throws a pair of gloves on the Jack and tells them, "Here's where your gloves are, don't forget where your gloves or your Jack is....."

This goes on through the whole process, and while it is absolutely forbidden for me to chime in, it is really inspiring to see someone who may or may not even know how to check the oil in their car to just beam, "I Changed A Tire!!!!"

My Dad knew how to fly before WWII, and when everything ramped up he was deemed far more valuable as an Instructor than just a fighter pilot and this pissed him off for years. He wanted to go kill Japs, which was not at all uncommon for people of his generation and thought "Instructing" a bunch of dip-shits was below his pay-grade.

He taught guys how to fly a P-38 Lightning, and had evidently a one-off Trainer because I've tried to find anything that looks like his photo's. It had a cockpit in both booms behind the engines, and I'm guessing all the fuel was in the center pod.

Dad hated this job, and was sleeping quite nicely when the trainee crashed big time while landing. During his rehabilitation he met my Mom who was a lifeguard at the pool and she became Plaintiff #1.

.When you said cardboard boxes my instant thought was a "Mexican Creeper" and I mean this with no disrespect at all, I just first saw a cardboard box used this way in Mexico and thought it was brilliant. Creepers suck in my opinion, they always get hung up on little pieces of gravel, hoses, cords, dropped wrenches, and they put you higher up than you would be if you were just laying on the ground.

What's even better than cardboard is a "slip-sheet", a piece of plastic 42"x48" that is absolutely bomb-proof and is used to replace a wooden pallet when shipping things that are bigger than they are heavy because they take up less room. To get one is easy, just go to the warehouse where they load Trucks full of Soda (Pop) or Beer and then to the Loading Dock and ask them if they have any "old ones". They will brusquely ask you WTF you want one for and just say, "I need to work on my car, my jack is broke, my creeper only has three wheels..."

They will laugh, and probably give you a brand new one.

Tex is an Autocar, and right at that time they were often pulled in for Mixer duty.

Ruby added for scale.

Leatherman Wave! I Knew those things were good for something!

The man said "Keep
your head and arms inside the mixer at all times." But Bill Jr., he was a
daredevil, just like his old man. He was leaning out saying, "Hey
everybody! Look at me, look at me!" POW! He was decapitated. They found
his head over by the snowcone concession

Ruby's not like all the other kid's here at the Trailer Park......

Or like when ad on TV tells you to, "Dial ########!!!" you try and think of when you last used a Rotary Dial phone....

I've got one, it doesn't work right now, but it's on the List!

She was selling "Applesauce", hence the sign placement. This stuff isn't Free..... (anymore, sniff.....)