A twelve foot tall statue of a sphinx (like these ones here) made of Styrofoam covered in roofing tar and painted and carved to look like they’d been in a war zone. Actually, two of them, a matching pair from the set of a play, but I could only fit one in the bed of the pickup at a time, so I made two trips. They look awesome outside of my parents’ home, flanking the driveway so all visitors must drive between them.
You can’t just drop this one without explanation. :eek:
Many things that I have hauled were unusual. Three cases of Dynamite, & their caps. Many old cars, tractors, engines, forklifts, cranes, & airplanes.
Once I hauled a Cushman Truckster that belonged to UPRR. It had the UPRR badge on it’s door. It was quite a sight, a little pickup in the back of my pickup. A state trooper pulled me over to ask me about it. I had a signed paper from the local supervisor of the UPRR shop in the area, that stated that I had his permission to haul this Truckster to our shop. We were going to repair the burned out wiring on it and he wanted us to do this at our shop, not his. When the cop first asked me what I was doing with it, I replied “You have heard about spare tires haven’t you?”. He grinned at that.
I once had a bomb trailer that I had bought surplus, that I pulled with the same pickup that had the Cushman in it. A 1959 Ford 5/8ths ton. The trailer was about 20’ long. My cousin had just bought a water tank for his business, it was around 18’ tall. When we used my bomb trailer to haul the water tank home, my cousin painted the tank to look like an atom bomb. He had attached fins and it would pass a 45 foot test at 50 MPH. Boy, did we get looks!
I once had a swarm of honey bees on the fender of my old pickup. Apparently the queen was crawling on my fender and half of the hive had covered her and my entire right front fender and half of the hood. They were about 4" thick. Since I had to get to work and I knew that the bees would (probably) not bother me or anyone else, I drove the pickup slowly & gently to work. Unbeknownst to me a local reporter saw my pickup along the fence at the mill I worked at, & took a picture. The next day I was asked about “my bees” as the whole town recognized my truck from the picture, (small town). My beekeeping grandfather was proud of me. He asked me where they got off to. I was able to point him to the new hive on the mill property. The boss let him have them, as they were “my bees”.
I could relate many more stories, but these will do, for now.
An adult skeleton. In the front seat. I got pulled over for being a distraction.
Hm, back in the early 1980s it was not uncommon for us to go to SCA events in full medieval or renaissance clothing, so at one point I was in the sidecar in full italian renn gown while the rider was in plate mail.
And at one time in about 1995 I was kind enough to bring a lamb to an SCA friends kindergarden class for show and tell and hauled little Lambchop in the back of my IH Scout. I decided to take the shortcut across the submarine base by going in the back gate and exiting the front gate, and was chosen randomly to gt searched. The poor nub gate guard popped the lift hatch on the back of the scout, Lambchop looked up and did the little tiny voice mraaaap at him. He gently closed the hatch, backed away and told me I could get going 
Having spent most of my life working on long haul tractor trailers I have seen my share of odd loads. Years ago it was ny unusual for drivers to use excessive amounts of speed and not sleep. This would often lead to delusions, halucinations and paranoia.
One night around midinight a driver pulls in with a reefer not working. He is in a dead panic as he seems to believe he was hauling a load of frozen aliens for the government. If they were to thaw out he claimed they would destroy the world. His panic got so bad we had to call the police who had the highway patrol come by to examine his paperwork which was all in order. Most of us laughed it off but a couple of our hispanic mechanics were getting very scared.
Just for the record.
Dead hookers ride in the trunk, wrapped in a carpet.
Another dead animal: A friend and I transported a mounted wild boar head down highway 880 one summer evening in a red BMW 2002. I held the trophy on my lap in the passenger seat, steadying it by holding a tusk in each hand like twin joysticks. It had been a ~375lb boar and had ENORMOUS tusks and a terrifically fierce expression. The tip of the boar’s nose was about even with the top of my head, so the whole thing must have looked really strange.
We got some very weird looks from people we passed.
I got even more weird looks when I took the kind of recently-severed head through the agricultural and pre-flight inspections in Maui.
Innocent Ag inspector: What’s in the bag in the cooler?
Me: The head of a boar.
IAI: I need to see it.
Me: You sure? It’s icky.
IAI: (sigh) Yes.
Me: : opens bag:
IAI: hurk
Bystanders: EWWWWWW!