Friday, March 9, 2018

Who Remembers These?



And we enjoyed our carbon monoxide while stopped at a traffic light with the window down. Seat belts? not a chance they would be used. The rear gate was used as a seat at the beach or a park. Freedom baby. Kids today would probably have a panic attack if they rode in one. Nothing like flipping the bird to a tailgater. Those were the days.....

8 comments:

Doom said...

Those were awesome. First car I ever drove, at eleven, uhrm without adult assistance, thank you. My mother got fussy, until someone remembered she had done the same thing. My grandpa would check to see if the engine was hot when he would be back for something. So it wasn't just once. Oh, and the few times we would eat fast food, when KFC and A&W was still good, it was on long trips. Littler kids in back, which I loved. Seatbelts? Remember? Yep. You know, they had some of the more powerful engines, right. *zoom zoom*

bogsidebunny said...

Hell, at my age I remember the original "rumble seats". This enclosed shit came later for pussies who didn't want to get wet.

Chief Nose Wetter said...

Come on Bogsidebunny you know your first ride was really a stagecoach!

bogsidebunny said...

Thanks dad for revealing my actual age. :)

Anonymous said...

Our family had a 1971 Plymouth Fury Station Wagon just like that. Durable and solid. We had it for 14 years. Tailgate operated as a door or flip down. Engine was an 8-cylinder. Engine was 360. Drove like a boat. Had it up over 120 MPH several times in Upstate NY farm country.

Tony Tsquared said...

I was 10 years old when Dad got a 1971 Pontiac LeMans station wagon with the 455 HO engine. If you floored it at 30 mph or less the rear tires would light up. The LeMans was the basic car. It had auto transmission, posi-traction, and air conditioning as the only options. We had it a while before my dad added an 8-track AM/FM radio. Dad got it to pull a small camper.

Rolf Karlsson said...

Don`t forget two smoking parents ....

Dennis Wright said...

I still remember my grandfather telling me an my brother (we always got the rear facing seat) that we reminded him of the filly-lou bird. It flew backwards; it did not care where it was going, only where it had been.