When working on a mango farm in Australia, I got promoted to crate collection because I was big and strong (It was a promotion, as picking the mangos can be hazardous, as if the stalk snaps too close to the fruit, they spray out a caustic sap that can cause burns, blindness and a persistent rash… somehow I got mango rash on my nutsack).
This meant we’d go around after the pickers had finished, collecting all the picked fruit and putting empty crates in place ready for the next day. The vehicle we used for this was a beat up and battered old Nissan Cabstar, which already had the windscreen missing.
On the drive out, with the back filled with empty crates, me and Bruce, my workmate, would take turns seeing how rowdy we could get without losing any crates… due to the interlocking crates, and the caged sides of the truck, you could generally get away with a fair bit of drifting and bumping about without any issue.
I decided to step up my game and gave it full gas towards a big old hump in the dirt road; managed to get about 2ft of air and though the landing was not the most cushioned, there was no damage… however, when the dust cleared, there was a helluva lot of crates to pick up.
We also had a stab at jousting with the cherry pickers, but it’s pretty scary farting about when you’re 15ft in the air on a glorified lawnmower.