In about '62, we had real gen-you-ine Hootenannies in Wichita. One night the festivities got started, but there was some problem where we were....someone sick or something... so the party had to move to someone else's place. There was a slight shortage of cars, so folks had to double up and help take 'stuff'.
I still don't know exactly how the organizational details happened, but one guy had a little black Karmann Ghia.(You're supposed to know that a K-G is a sporty little thing on a VW frame, but with no back seat...just a small space behind the front seats--two 'bucket' seats) He also had a guitar, a banjo, a Siberian Husky and two friends who needed a ride. I ended up helping 'pack'- to use the precise word- three people, one dog, three instruments (one other guy had a banjo also), 2 gallon jugs of cider and something else...maybe a popcorn popper... into that car. They all pached in, and I handed in stuff. The dog got to sit on two laps, and I doubt anyone except the driver could see out.

They all arrived safely. There were jokes invented about the trip......