There was never much junk left in the cab most got tired of cleaning it off the inside of the windshield every time they tilted the cab, I'll agree with the stomp your body to death from the ride and also freezing to death in the winter, I only ever drove a few short distances, between falling out of the cab to climb down and jarring the teeth out of my head when bobtailing empty, and trying to figure out how to "aim" them down the road, I was never impressed with any cab over I drove. All the clutch and gear shift linkage was something to get used to as well, never seemed right that you were about five feet ahead of the clutch and transmission either. Then to add insult to injury, everyone I ever drove, always had some hangup with the tilt feature, they'd go up, but never back down straight it seemed and latched properly again.
There used to be a cattle buyer in my area when I was a kid that had one, he'd hire me to help load and unload cattle for him, the cab was so rusty when I'd climb into the passenger seat, I stepped on top of the steer tire, to climb in, then slide the sheet of plywood over the tire to cover the hole in the floor boards and use my feet to hold it in place as we drove down the road, if you didn't the front tire would throw dirt up your pant legs inside the cab and I'd have to retie the twine that held the passenger door shut every time it was opened. He'd also hire someone else to help too, that person would sit in the middle and put his foot on the gear shift lever to help force it into gear as he shifted it in the forward gears in the shift pattern, when he'd need to shift it towards the back of the shift pattern, it would take the driver and middle person to pull the lever into gear that direction. He drove it like that for years, towards the end of the trucks life, he had number nine wire to hold the cab down in back otherwise when he'd stop, the cab would literally tilt ahead some when we were inside, as they say, it takes all kinds to make the world go around, never missed that part time job once he quit for good, it was educational to say the least. Toss on top of that, the cattle in the back rocking and walking around and the load shifting all the time, it was usually a white knuckle ride every time we'd climb in and take off. That experience made me a firm believer in livestock goose neck trailers pulled with pickups and conventional cab semi trucks.
