Reminds me of this true story:
http://www.snopes.com/photos/automobiles/lumber.asp
It also reminds me of the time I crammed my 1987 Olds Callais full of plywood, 1x2s, etc. I had so much lumber jammed into that car that I had to unhinge the seat and ride with my forehead touching the windshield.
I made the turn up my street, and there was a roadblock. They do that a lot over here. Random roadside checks of cars. If you make a sudden move to go another way, they just come after you, so I knew I had to carry on and go through.
I rolled up to the roadblock, somehow fished out my license and registration, and presented them to the officer. "You aren't going far with that, I hope?" "No ma'am." "Get the hell out of here!"