In this family you need to go through a rite of passage to become a full fledged member. Many primitive tribes require their young to go on dream experiences into the wilderness and if they survive they are accepted as brave and worthy and move on in tribal stature.
In this family we have a similar rite. PH is a can-do kind of guy. Most people think he's a bit insane about this thing but somehow he survives each time, and thus far, so has the initiate. Our rite requires the initiate to hold something onto the top of the car with what PH considers sufficient ropeage. One time, I swear to you, we tied a full length couch onto the top of the car with ONE rope tied in a bow. I was told to hang onto the rope and we headed for the highway to drive 70 miles away at 70 miles an hour.
Another time it was a four foot by four foot wooden sandbox for the kids. Again, tied to the top of the car with one rope. Our daughter's college roommate still begins to shake and sweat when she recalls the trip with her king sized mattress tied to the top of our mid-size car....again with one rope. PH's attitude is "Oh, pshaw...of course we can do it!" And out comes the rope.
At the Christmas tree farm we were prepared to go hunt one down for ourselves but as we got there the tractor pulled up with a load of trees they had just cut ten minutes ago. One of them was the type we wanted so we were saved muddy boots and knees. It was drilled and trussed and, well...see above. Turned out to be a baby tree, though. We've never had a tree this small. There are a lot of things we are getting used to with this house. Going from ten foot ceilings to normal ceilings is one of them.
I guess it's good!