One day long ago I was towing a small utility trailer with my '47 Willys CJ2A. I was driving along south Broadway in Boulder when I looked over to see the trailer passing me in the right lane. Like, WTF?

Pretty quick it dove into the barrow pit and launched into the air toward a line of parked cars on the adjoining street. Heaven must have been looking out for me as the trailer bounced on it's tires and stopped in the street between parked cars. There was no damage except a broken hitch weld and the weak safety chains. I was able to quickly chain it up to my bumper with a tow chain and drive off before anyone including police discovered the mishap. (No way that one could get away with that now when everyone has a cell phone).

The trailer was a neatly made plywood box on an angle iron frame that my grandfather had built. The weld shop I took it to said it was made of bed frame iron. I had it patched up and sold it for $150.