A hooktender, who was the only currently licensed driver on the crew, said that he found that cars pulled out of his way once the front bumper on the crummy was knocked into a cattywampus position. He claimed not much tailgating was needed to get the tourists to pull over. They had a dirty white, except the tailgate was blue, Ford crew sized pickup. The pickup bed was piled high with rigging and stuff. It was a classic crummy. I have a picture of it in the ditch, but I swore never to post that picture on the internet.
I am sad to say that an unlicensed chokersetter took the rig one morning--guess he needed something from town, took a curve at too high of a speed, flew off into a plantation and totalled it. He walked away. A good thing. There were warrants out for his arrest. The crummy owner was quite sad. He said it had survived a trip over the edge of a road with no driver. They watched it avoid the stumps and come to a rest. They pulled it back up on the road with their logging equipment.
A wrecker took it away to the wrecking yard...R.I.P.