...And I saw the world go by from the backward facing seat in 1969 Ford Fairlaine station wagon with my two brothers and a German Sheppard. We had to occassionally take Hwy 41 because I-75 wasn't completed yet.
Mother had a Bonneville with a big block. Till I was a teenager I would crawl onto the deck behind the back seat to take a nap. That big 4 door car could pull a 14 second quarter mile. Dad did put headers and tuned the carb which increased the fuel mileage. Dad also traded it for a much slower 76 Grand Ville with the same 6.6 that was in the Trans Am. It was a dog performance wise.
bought aa 62 bonnie rag top in high school for 200 bucks. replacing the top cost me almost 125. BUT, it had a leather interior to die for. spent a weekend cleaning it. had a 421 super duty engine and 4 speed auto tranny. not sure of 1/4 mile time, but it was great for running the highway. the back seat was better than most couches I sat on. almost as good as any motel room ! but filling that 27 gallon tank was killer back then.
Or sitting behind your dad while he is driving the station wagon and takes a right turn sharp, your door flies open and you lunge forward and wrap your arms around his neck in a death grip because you didn't put your seat belt on when it was legal to not wear it...
No, that wasn't me. I didn't have a sister..... ;-)
We did however lay on the package shelf under the rear window. Every time Mom hit the brakes we would fly off and land on the floor. With the Vista Cruiser we used to wrestle in the way-back on the way to town. Going on a short trip in the back of the truck wasn't uncommon, either.
I caught that too. given the vintage of the cars in the background, the kid would've had to have visited the future to end up with one of those juice boxes in the pic!
Miles and miles of riding in the back of dads pickup on dusty back country roads fighting with the dog over who got to sit right up tight against the front of the box to stay out of his spitting tobacco juice out the window. Tussling with my siblings riding in the extreme rear of mom's Olds Vista Cruiser and waving the old brown bottles of root beer at any officer we passed to imply we were drinking beer and laughing like maniacs at mom getting upset at the idea of being pulled over. There's more to that story considering the local cops nicknamed her leadfoot.
I spent lots of time standing on the transmission hump while holding onto the front seat looking forward down the road. When that got tiring, there were naps on the rear window deck.
I was standing the front seat, when some clown cut in front of my mother, which forced her to slam on the brakes. My head hit the dashboard, and the goose egg was one to admire. Those steel dashboards were substantial, and probably around 12 gauge steel.
...And I saw the world go by from the backward facing seat in 1969 Ford Fairlaine station wagon with my two brothers and a German Sheppard. We had to occassionally take Hwy 41 because I-75 wasn't completed yet.
ReplyDeleteMother had a Bonneville with a big block. Till I was a teenager I would crawl onto the deck behind the back seat to take a nap. That big 4 door car could pull a 14 second quarter mile. Dad did put headers and tuned the carb which increased the fuel mileage. Dad also traded it for a much slower 76 Grand Ville with the same 6.6 that was in the Trans Am. It was a dog performance wise.
ReplyDeletebought aa 62 bonnie rag top in high school for 200 bucks. replacing the top cost me almost 125. BUT, it had a leather interior to die for. spent a weekend cleaning it. had a 421 super duty engine and 4 speed auto tranny.
Deletenot sure of 1/4 mile time, but it was great for running the highway. the back seat was better than most couches I sat on. almost as good as any motel room ! but filling that 27 gallon tank was killer back then.
Or sitting behind your dad while he is driving the station wagon and takes a right turn sharp, your door flies open and you lunge forward and wrap your arms around his neck in a death grip because you didn't put your seat belt on when it was legal to not wear it...
ReplyDeleteNo, that wasn't me.
ReplyDeleteI didn't have a sister..... ;-)
We did however lay on the package shelf under the rear window.
Every time Mom hit the brakes we would fly off and land on the floor.
With the Vista Cruiser we used to wrestle in the way-back on the way to town.
Going on a short trip in the back of the truck wasn't uncommon, either.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
Yeah, but Hi-C came in great big cans, no juice boxes. I’d love to get a can of the citrus quencher again, but I’d probably hate it now.
ReplyDeleteand what is Hi-C without Hi-Cecil or his Toys-R--Us cousin, Geoffrey.
DeleteI caught that too. given the vintage of the cars in the background, the kid would've had to have visited the future to end up with one of those juice boxes in the pic!
DeleteMiles and miles of riding in the back of dads pickup on dusty back country roads fighting with the dog over who got to sit right up tight against the front of the box to stay out of his spitting tobacco juice out the window. Tussling with my siblings riding in the extreme rear of mom's Olds Vista Cruiser and waving the old brown bottles of root beer at any officer we passed to imply we were drinking beer and laughing like maniacs at mom getting upset at the idea of being pulled over. There's more to that story considering the local cops nicknamed her leadfoot.
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Yep, Cept Dad would throw his arm in front of us if he had to stop suddenly as if that would work in a wreck.
ReplyDeleteI spent lots of time standing on the transmission hump while holding onto the front seat looking forward down the road. When that got tiring, there were naps on the rear window deck.
ReplyDeleteI was standing the front seat, when some clown cut in front of my mother, which forced her to slam on the brakes. My head hit the dashboard, and the goose egg was one to admire. Those steel dashboards were substantial, and probably around 12 gauge steel.
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