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My dad had an old buick, I think it was a 63 lesabre. He built a platform in the back so it was like a bed, all the same no floorboard so to speak. Now we used to drive from Tx to Fla and back. He chain smoked but ya know remember the old side windows that sucked it out?

Anyway back then buick had a feature you could place a needle on the speedometer to let you know when you reached that speed. It would set off an alarm. He had it set at 80 and I can still remember waking up to that shit.

As an aside, he took that fullsize buick when we went to spain. I remember when we went to madrid the streets were way to narrow, everyone had to back up to let us thru. Fuck Franco.

My dad had an old buick, I think it was a 63 lesabre. He built a platform in the back so it was like a bed, all the same no floorboard so to speak. Now we used to drive from Tx to Fla and back. He chain smoked but ya know remember the old side windows that sucked it out? Anyway back then buick had a feature you could place a needle on the speedometer to let you know when you reached that speed. It would set off an alarm. He had it set at 80 and I can still remember waking up to that shit. As an aside, he took that fullsize buick when we went to spain. I remember when we went to madrid the streets were way to narrow, everyone had to back up to let us thru. Fuck Franco.

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Fuckin’ A. Sleeping on the rear floorboard using the hump as a pillow. Sitting between your mom and dad in the front because your older brothers were harassing you in the back seat. Bouncing all over the back seat until your dad gives you a backhand. Good times. Then the government nanny state came along…

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I had sisters.

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Did you ever lie in the back window? That was great. It was like having a sleeping berth on a train. You could look through the window at the cars behind you and wave at them.

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My parents had this 59 Ford Fairlane two tone I loved. I can remember being young enough to be held on my mothers lap while my father drove us to a Ford Dealer on Sunday so he could look at cars without being bugged by salesmen. yeah shit used to close on Sundays. Member?

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My dad was an LTD wagon man. When he would go to the liquor store and buy beer I would use 12-packs as booster seats so I could see out the front window.

Me as adult to my son, "you don't need a booster seat because mommy has dark windows in the car."

Risk taking is in our genes.

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Was you dad drunk when he got into the car to drive to the store for beer? Mine usually was.

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Yup,and I learned to serve early. He also taught me how to pass and hide things in the car,without looking like you were. One piece of advice when he got away w a DUI one time,was to memorize your drivers license number. Later on my drunk ass was saved by knowing the # multiple times. Drunks lose their wallet constantly. July 17 will be 14 years no drinking for me. Woke up in ICU, Jesus miraculously lifted the family curse. I have put zero energy or effort into not drinking. I can't honestly take credit because I have done nothing.

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And before padded dashboards. Solid steel. BTW.. My old man put a platform in the back for me and my brother. It was awesome. He had a 56' chevy.

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>Fuck Franco.

Look, it was franco or the commies, you can't have it both ways

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same dif, I remember when he came thru town everyone lined up to 'watch' it. the Guardia lined the streets.

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Not the same thing... You have to understand that in order to clean the commie shit, you necessarilly need to have a non-democratic transition, in order to revert back to normal... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francisco_Franco#Succession

Franco decided to name a monarch to succeed his regency, but the simmering tensions between the Carlists and the Alfonsoists continued. In 1969 Franco nominated as his heir-apparent Prince Juan Carlos de Borbón, who had been educated by him in Spain, with the new title of Prince of Spain. This designation came as a surprise to the Carlist pretender to the throne, as well as to Juan Carlos's father, Juan de Borbón, the Count of Barcelona, who had a better claim to the throne, but whom Franco feared to be too liberal.

However, when Juan Carlos asked Franco if he could sit in on cabinet meetings, Franco would not permit him saying that "you would do things differently." Due to the spread of democracy, excluding the Eastern Bloc, in Europe since World War II, Juan Carlos could or would not have been a dictator in the way Franco had been.

By 1973 Franco had surrendered the function of prime minister (Presidente del Gobierno), remaining only as head of state and commander in chief of the military.

As his final years progressed, tensions within the various factions of the Movimiento would consume Spanish political life, as varying groups jockeyed for position in an effort to win control of the country's future. The assassination of prime minister Luis Carrero Blanco in the 20 December 1973 bombing by ETA eventually gave an edge to the liberalizing faction.

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"However, when Juan Carlos asked Franco if he could sit in on cabinet meetings, Franco would not permit him saying that "you would do things differently." Due to the spread of democracy, excluding the Eastern Bloc, in Europe since World War II, Juan Carlos could or would not have been a dictator in the way Franco had been..."

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To be fair, I was only there from first grade thru 3. But i remember alot of shit, and you had better not say anything against him.

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This thread makes me feel very young amidst my peers.

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I member riding in the truck. An old dodge with a slant six and three on the tree. Mom would have our baby sister in her lap, my older brother sat next to her, Dad would be driving of course and I would be standing up behind my dad's right shoulder. Good times. We had a old car also but we parked it when my parents figured out what we were doing. The back floorboards had a fairly large hole in it! My brother and I would fill our pockets full of rocks. When we finally made it to a paved road we would drop a rock down the hole and Jump to the back window to watch it bounce on the pavement! Hahaha! That hole was big enough that our little sis could have fallen through! I know I could fit my leg through it. I always wanted to do the flinstones and "push" the car along with my feet! We were always going to fast for that and I wasn't completely stupid.

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1977 black Toranado. Big ass boat of a car with a trunk sized to fit a dead body or three. The middle over sized arm rest folded down and was the perfect perch for lil ole me. We called it The Danger Seat as it was understood by mom, dad and myownyoungself that if we collided head on with any other all steel 70s road beast, I'd rocket right into or through the massive windshield. Rode that dreamboat across the highways and byways of leaded gasoline America like a champ.

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Ah, the fumes of leaded gas! How well I remember them. Lead never hurt us -- look at the way we are today.

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I remember the ads the government played to get every to wear seat belts.

Like a woman in the passenger seat holding her baby. Car gets hit. Cut to aftermath. Baby was gone.

Cut to shot of baby lying on the road.

I have to wonder. What was the stats? A single incident leading to law change?

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I remember flying out the back window of a "69" Newport after we were T Boned by a pickup truck. The car was rolled over and spun around, sending all passengers out the smashed windows. No seat belts to hold us in our seats. Ah sweet memories!

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