Behold The Mailboxatron 3000!
This little number is weighted down with rocks, sand, and cement. Take that, maniacal snowplow drivers! Take that hurricane force winds! We laugh at you! Very quietly so the Fates don't hear us and take it out with flaming fireballs from outer space or something.
Dar painted the black tub red to spiff it up a little. (Although now it has an unfortunate resemblence to those doomed Red Shirts on Star Trek, and I'm trying not to read too much into that.) Isn't it lovely?