Non veni pacem mittere, sed gladium.
The biggest problem with the Power wagon is the windshield wipers. In this case, the rig also needs a windshield.
In 1974, at age 18, I spent the spring working for the WVDNR as a "fire patrolman." I drove what was affectionately known as "The Blue Dragon" (for its paint job), a sixties-something Power Wagon. It steered and rode like the proverbial "road wagon," but it went about anywhere. I would have stayed on the job, but the state felt that the position required a college degree to do what I was doing without one. Oh well, that's the breaks.