You are all very correct in your assumptions gents , but traveling back and fourth joining ships on the continent with all my sailing gear & tools for six month trips on a banana boat, then leaving the ship even worse with all the contraband, things made on board, like yolcalbro body silencers (sea water resistant brass looking stuff) and presents for Christine, then children Robert and Camita.
The worst time of being continually over loaded was the second month in NZ after the international when we did it all again with Camita on Roberts "D" Rap so didn't want to over load her and third day we cover 150 km on freshly graded iron roads , she had gone on ahead later rounding a corner she was stopped in middle of road and ahead of her was a road surface so churned up it didn't look right, when we finally got her to talk she explained a bunch of wild horses had just crossed in front of her.
The hairiest time was in south island returning on her 20th birthday from Milford Sound Camita being ahead as usual ,a tourist bus had over taken us but the road was narrowing just before a bridge on a left hand bend the road cambering off 20 to 30 degrees slowing down sufficiently to let the bus pass , the weight kept me centrifuged on that camber and it was only a mater of inches from the bridge buttresses that I was able to remount the road inches behind the bus , three bends later we were going through the Homer Tunnel that the bus showed us the way as it was pretty dinggy and rough surfase, all seemed OK back at Te Anau where the Von Tunzelman's had put on a wonderful spread for Camita and there younger son Reas there too, Twelve years later when revisiting on my own went and re-examined my nightmare moment,( no more nightmares) OK if I hadn't been so loaded the bus wouldn't have overtaken me.
bananaman
PS next time I'll tell you about crossing a three in one bridge in Central America.