My dad was a power lineman (worked on power poles, not telephone poles) , and the line truck that he always drove was full of noise-making stuff like rolls of wire, transformers, and more, plus all of his linesman tools. I loved going to work with my dad, and back in the 50’s, they allowed me to ride along with him.
I learned how to drive in the line truck.
On country backroads (dirt, with weeds in the middle), my dad showed me how to shift the truck into compound low 4x4, and we crawled on down the road, while I learned to steer and shift that big 1-ton truck.
When I was a teenager, I named his line truck “Elvis” because it would “Shake, Rattle, & Roll”. I think that Daddy didn’t care all that much for Elvis, but he loved his daughter and happily let me name his truck for him.