Spaw, we used to have an old 1953 (I think) Studebaker pickup. The three on the tree used to fall through to the ground, so my ex would stop, crawl under, push it back up and we'd go on. One time, we were driving down the interstate at night, had to get home. The alternator went out or was it a generator? Anyway, he made me crawl in the back and hold a flashlight pointing behind us, so we wouldn't get rearended! I gripe about kids today being handed such nice cars, but I would be appalled if any of my kids drove some of the things I did!