Back in the day, before I 65, or I 24 if you were heading north out of Nashville, you went by my place. Family history says he stopped here often to buy moonshine from my grandfather. He liked to drive his car right to the still. I don't know if he didn't like to walk, or couldn't walk very far. In the winter, a 3 up of mules was used to snake the car where it needed to go. My grandfather gave up hard livin late in life, he rarely spoke of the old days, other than to warn us to never start drinking. That was always one story that he was eager to share.
Side note: My great uncle got polio as a child. He drove with a cane to operate the the gas, brake, and clutch. The one, and only time they were arrested transporting was when my uncle was driving. He loved that story even better.