Well since we all are bringing back memories here.
Here's my story back when I was a younger. The old 54 Chevrolet ton truck that I now have of grandpa's. I can remember three of us going places in it I. Usually grandpa, his brother and myeslf. Naturally since I was the youngest and smallest, guess who got to sit in the middle
I HATED sitting in the middle, because that meant one thing, getting knocked in the legs and/or knees with that STUPID long shifter.
NOW, that I am the driver of it, and three of us go anywhere. I hear my own kids complaining about it.
Since we are a family of four and unless someone doesn't don't go, we don't get to take "Ole Ben" (that's what Mary named the old truck, after my grandpa) but that really don't hurt Mary's feelings much, she says that people look at us and think we are destitute, silly girl
I was never really one who much cared what people thinks of me, especially by what I drive.
Well, I didn't get to have the fun ole days, like John... cubowner and Beaconlight, with having a stick shift and me a girl. When I had all of my standard shift cars and truck, they all had bucket seats and a center console. Actually my Model "A" and this old truck is the first ones I have that has a full bench seat. also don't have the many years as you guys, we are going our 16th year, come August.