I remember standing up in the front seat of my parent's 1965 Rambler station wagon drinking a bottle of Coca-Cola. No seat belts, no child safety seat, no airbags, metal dashboard - all the fixin's. Whenever my mom had to brake suddenly, she would throw her right arm across the front seat to protect us from flying into the dashboard. Ah yeah! Good times!
I remember standing up in the front seat of my parent's 1965 Rambler station wagon drinking a bottle of Coca-Cola. No seat belts, no child safety seat, no airbags, metal dashboard - all the fixin's. Whenever my mom had to brake suddenly, she would throw her right arm across the front seat to protect us from flying into the dashboard. Ah yeah! Good times!