One day I had to get hold of plywood sheets and strips of wood. Said and done. I took Chino (my best man on my wedding day) with me and off we went to the nearest building supply shop. The plywood sheets were large and the 2 by 4’s quite long.
We stood in front of my small car with the materials and the warehouse worker, I had the preposterous idea that it would be better to get a pick-up truck and come back later, or even tomorrow to pick up the large panels and strips. This comment got me an incredulous look from both of them, something like: "Why would you want to make it so complicated when it can be done easily?!" Before I could slip out an apology, I decided to remain silent and let them do it the “local way”.
Faster than I could blink, the materials were placed on the roof of my "Pontiac Matiz”, a tiny compact car, roof rack nowhere to be seen. Two sturdy ropes were knotted above and below through the open windows front and back, and off we went. A few pesos tip for the courageous warehouse worker was definitely worth it.
So it happened that Chino and I drove back across town to the construction site at a maximum speed of 20 km/h, each of us with one hand on the load on the roof as an alibi, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
For a former truck driver in Germany, who had German DOT load securement regulations drummed into him like a religion, it almost seemed like a mortal sin...
I have seen almost as much carried on a Moto, Stefan. You had it easy! 😁