We had an old style Chevy van. My dad bolted my car seat to the top of the engine cover (Right between the two front seats). I think he would be arrested in most states for doing something like that these days.
Anybody else have memories of riding down the highway sitting in the back of a pick-up truck?
That totally reminds me of the van we had when I was a young'un. Mom and dad bought the van the day before I was born. It was a cargo van (two front seats, nothing behind that) with a black, orange, silver paint job (from the bottom up). Dad customized the entire interior with shag-like carpet, two bench seats against the walls, and a table between them.All that could be converted into a bed, too. Between that and the front seat was a counter and a camper port-o-can (behind drapes and walls. Wood paneling lined the walls. On the counter we had a small sink and the old 13'ish inch B&W TV and... get this... the Atari!
I used to kneel down in the front, basically on top of the engine cover. I can still remember kneeling there for so long on trips that my knees had the carpet impressions for a looooooong time after getting up. I miss that van.