Wow! I haven't thought about that for a long time!
I had a paper route in 1977,78, and part of 1979.
I carried my papers in a big double bag. The kind that had big pouches in front and back for rolled newspapers.
I usually rode my BMX bike.
When the weather was really bad, my Mother drove me in her Pontiac LeMans Sport Coupe.
I remember one morning tearing the wrapping open on a bundle of newspapers to start rolling them, and there was the headline...Elvis Is Dead.