6 thoughts on “It’s amazing that some of us are still alive”

  1. I wasn’t that lucky. No comfy seat…no steering wheel to entertain me. I stood on the bench seat between my parents if I wanted to see out the front window.
    Then, as I got older (5ish years old and up), I was relegated to what we called the “back-in-the-back”…the rear area of our early-70s Oldsmobile station wagon.
    Good times

  2. I wasn’t that lucky. No comfy seat…no steering wheel to entertain me. I stood on the bench seat between my parents if I wanted to see out the front window.
    Then, as I got older (5ish), I was relegated to what we called the “back-in-the-back”…the rear area of our early-70s Oldsmobile station wagon because my older sisters couldn’t tolerate their little brother sitting with them in the back seat.
    Good times

  4. I don’t remember using seat belts much until I started driving.

    We used to ride in the bed of the pickup truck on nice days.

    I also remember standing in the back of a van with a friend while our moms were driving about 55 mph (well, one was driving and talking with the other).

    I don’t remember what kind of child seat, if any, they used for my younger sister.

  5. In the early seventies We had something similar for our first one that just had a curved set of lower rails, like a rocking chair, that wedged between the cushions of the back seat.
    I got a J.C. Whitney seat belt and installed it to hold it better.
    Someone actually popped the lock with a long thin screwdriver (easy back then with a hardtop) and stole it but left the diaper bag and most importantly, my case of eight-track tapes. Even re-locked the door.
    I myself or a sibling rode on the “package shelf” or when in the front my dad’s arm served as the seat belt.

    • Man, I miss that Catalog. I bought a junked ’66 Beetle and rebuilt pretty much everything using JC Whitney

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