My parents had an orange VW bug when I was a kid in the 1970s.
I remember sitting (back when seat belts were not compulsory) in the compartment behind the back seat when I was really little--but it didn't take long to grow out of that. I remember laying on my back there, looking up and watching the stars as Dad drove us through the countryside (nice and dark back there in the North Country Woods and farm fields. I could see a ton of stars with no light pollution) ... My mom was a waitress in those days and she worked weekends at a little bar that served food Friday and Saturday nights. So Dad would take us kids to Gramma & Grappa's house for a visit many of those nights.
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