I don't see myself putting one of those up...
I remember one really bad winter. The mailbox had gotten knocked down just once too many times and there wasn't enough of the post left. I finally had to nail some 2x4's together and, after pounding it back into some sort of shape, nailing the mailbox to them. Since it was below zero, the "post" was then inserted in a bucket of water and stuck back in the snowbank out at the end of the driveway to do battle with the snow plow. That lasted until everything thawed and I could build something a little more permanent.
Then there was the year where the movie "Stand By Me" was on TV and showed the teenagers in the next town the sport of "Mailbox Baseball". I'll swear that movie was sponsored by Home Depot. Mine got hit a couple times, but my neighbor had reinforced his box after the first hit and that elevated his to bonus points. I just hammered mine back to shape and called it a day. Every time that movie played in prime time, it was "game on".
I upgraded to a hard to break Rubbermaid mailbox and moved it to the far side of my driveway. The miserable woman delivering mail didn't like the move and actually got out of her car and measured the height and distance off the road. A few words with her boss stopped that nonsense... Until they repaved the roads and added about 6" in height to the roadbed. Then she bitched about every mailbox on the street being too low. Mine was easy to add some height to... but there were a lot of mailboxes down the road perched on three 2x4's nailed together.
Then there was the guy delivering newspapers that drove from the passenger side of his truck. He hit the box a couple times... Once while I was standing there. I yelled, but he drove off. A call to the newspaper got me nowhere, but a call to the Postmaster General stopped him from using the mailbox and forced him to put up a real box for the paper. Of course, once he did that, I cancelled the paper. Heh-heh....
Since then, the town has stepped up and made the plow drivers responsible to repair their carnage. The miserable old mail lady has been replaced by a millennial that seems to be pretty happy with his job and drives a mail truck rather than a personal car. They haven't played baseball with the mailboxes in a few years now. They are probably playing it at home on their X-Box instead. The Rubbermaid box has held up well, although the post that marks the other side of the driveway got a little messed up in the last storm. To be fair, that got softened up by someone backing out of the driveway and it will be an easy fix this spring.
So... I'm not going to be buying a custom painted mailbox covered with stickers....
