Originally Posted by
Jerry Oz
Yeah. One of my oldest memories is when my dad told me three times to sit down in the front seat. I was between him and my Mom in our '65 Impala [[that I wish I had right now). I stood up a fourth time just as he hit the brakes and discovered [[a) why you shouldn't stand up in the front seat between Mom and Dad, [[b) why seat belts are a godsend, and [[c) my lower lip was no competition for the dashboard of old Chevys.
My lip stayed busted back in those days and that one was a gusher. Suffice it to say, I never stood up in the front seat again.
Remember when there was a bench-style front seat in cars? You could make out in the front seat back in those days without being uncomfortable.
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