Sounds like fun, Richard. First band I ever did sound for (an Elvis imitator in SE OH when E was still alive) hauled the gear in the lead player's VW van; as he'd brought me in, I rode with him. It had a manual clutch - not a manual ttransmission, a manual clutch; he'd step on th epedal, shift, then reach down & pull the pedal back up. We'd lift the side door off, load/unload, then handg it back on - until the night it wouldn't go back on, & rode home in the drummer's trunk.
This is winter, in Appalacia, and we'd been - well, gigging - all night (my pay for that band was all I could drink, and things may have accidentally been passed back & forth in the van....). So we're going around these mountain curves in that condition, he's bending over with every shift, the winter is pouring the missing door, and every time we turn left, I have to reach back & hold the drums from flying out. Good times!
Peter (who 1) misses those days and 2) is amazed he's alive)