This is what my mom drove in the 80s-90s.
This is where i would lie down…
Dang, was your mom single then? (I’m on my way inventing a time machine).
I had a similar experience in the 90s, but with a non-cool car - parents bought a TV & to fit it in a tiny car they had to put the back seats down … which left the trunk for me (in a 5-door car, but still, highway speeds, and when I pointed out the safety issues they just said to hold on to a seatbelt … ?).
The same parents ultra-terrified of me getting in a car accident with anyone (because others are terrible drivers), and to this day terrified I’ll crash my car each and every time Im in it … the patents that totaled a few cars vs me never in an accident and almost keeping up with professional kart racers (well, ““almost””, and even that on my best few laps before ahdh starts fighting me entering a corner).
Oh, and also the same parents I have to buy tires for against their will & have a few fights with to get them changed.
At least you would’ve died in style.
When i grew up, my friends parents owned a farm that was on top of a mountain, it was like a 10min drive up there on backroads. They drove around a beater car, something like a Suzuki swift. Sometimes we were allowed to ride on the hood, like a bunch of criminals in a 80’s action movie. I remember sitting on the roof once, holding on for dear life. I never really thought much about it, but i would never do that with my nephew. Not because i think they are soft and we were such a hard ass generation, because i don’t want to kill a child. It happens so fucking fast
