Long, long time ago (50 years) when I was building my house, I was in need of cement. Just so happened, my brother's son-in-law worked at a local cement plant. He called and told my brother they had had a spill and I could have as much of the spilled cement as I wanted. My brother had a 1953 1/4 ton Chevy pickup with a six banger, so off to the cement plant. We loaded 23 80 pound bags (around a ton) into the truck and off we went. The rear of the truck was very low and the front was pointing skyward. My brother remarked how the steering felt like power steering as we went the 5 miles to my place. Many years later, he sold the truck and it was still going strong.