LOL.
I vividly picture things far too easily.
Back in the day, I was in Djibouti. We were supposed to take the Embassy Escape and Evasion out for a test run. My buddy told me to drive, and he'd guide me so I could back the trailer down the ramp. I just couldn't do it. Finally, a French Officer jumped on the running board of the Toyota Land Cruiser and asked if this was my first time. I said yes, and he said "you can't do it on your first time. Move over." So I did, and he backed it down the ramp. To this day, I cannot trailer my boat, and that's why I keep it at a marina. Oh, yeah. The HOA said no trailers in the development, too.
I suppose one can easily imagine the load shifting in the van and the wild look in my then young eyes as the load moved up the ramp. Unfortunately I cannot adequately describe the critical look on my father-in-law's weathered west Texas face as he stood folded arm off to the side. I also moved houses with him for a couple of summers. Now that was even more fun.