I guess I trained my wife well. We only had a motorcycle when we met, then I got a number or irrational sports cars and such... and got her '66 Cadillac hearse running again, so she was happy [and could move all sorts of large heavy items!]. This was all back in the 90s, when finding obscure stuff online was only begging to be slightly possible. A big huge jerry can flew off of a truck or something way ahead of us on the freeway and it was bouncing all over the place and flying through the air: of course it hit us right on the windshield! And we never managed to find glass for that crazy car [as it was at least 3" taller at the windshield than a regular Fleetwood or whatever]. I still regret selling it, but we had to do what we had to do at the time.