Hi,
our first car was a 1950's side valve Hilman Minx, and was about 25 years old when we bought it.
I had loaded the roof rack up with garden cuttings and limbs till it looked like some thing you now would only see on Indian or Pakistani roads, and drove to the local tip.
Having climbed up onto the roof and unleashed a landslide of herbage into the tip site, I was having difficulty backing out as one wheel was spinning in a slippery bit of clay.
A bemused council worker was watching my antics, and I asked him if he could lend a bit of weight and give me a push.
He took a thoughtful drag on his scruffy durry, his eyes narrowed a little as he scanned the vehicle from front to back and up and down, and looking me straight in the eyes he asked.
"Which way?"
cheers