The 4 of us boys used to pile in the back of the Old Man’s 68 Ford 4X4 in any and all weather and sit there until we got where we were going .
Sometimes half way across an entire state.
When it was wet, cold and miserable, we would fight over who got to sit over the mufflers and who got to snuggle up with the wet Black Lab to get any hint of heat.
Now it’s even illegal to have the damn dog in the back if it isn’t tied .
And you wonder why we laugh and make fun of the younger generations.