I remember my younger sister in the back seat of our 61 Chevy wagon fell out of the car going around a corner. Luckily we were hardly moving and she landed on grass.
In some states you can abort a kid right up till birth, but in a vehicle, you have to treat a kid like it’s an astronaut going to the moon. Government stay the fuck out of my car. I had a similar device for my daughter before it was mandated by law. Tossed the kid in with an encouraging: "What doesn't kill ya makes you stronger".
When my daughter was a few months old, I was had an f150 supercab. We'd lay the backseat down, a twin mattress fit almost perfectly back there. Went all over the country like that chasing work.
Mine had a red button in the middle that honked. I remember that clearly. I remember laying in the back window and on the back floor board during winter trips. Mom tried to strap me in with a lap belt as a kid, and it was terrible.
First time I slid across the front seat doing a donut, I dug out the seat belt and strapped it on. Have ever since.
As a special treat, Dad used to take us racing down the road that featured the "Seven Sisters" - a series of sharp hills closely spaced. This was before anyone knew what those "seat belt things" were for. I recall my head grazing the roof again and again, as we were launched off the bench seats, laughing to beat the band.
My father was a hot rodder in the 40s-50s. He used to drag race. He installed seatbelts in every car we owned and made sure we wore them. -Steve in Idaho
Mom's right arm. Dad was the reckless one who let us go unrestrained no matter what. Also let us sit on his lap and steer. Would have been crushed between he and the wheel in a sudden stop. Here to tell about it, so all went well.
We didn't need seat belts as kids. You parked your backside in the seat, you sat still, and you entertained yourself quietly because if either parent needed to stop the car, the rest of the trip was going to be very uncomfortable.
I sat on a box between my parents in the front seat of Dad's Model A. Not to mention that we had weekly Bible Study and said the Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord's Prayer daily in a Chattanooga Public School. I survived all of them.
The most unusual things I see in this picture is no center pillar, but it is a 2 door, in the back seat a suggestion that there are seat belts, (why? there are no front seat belts) and a side mirror that would be rare, but the reflection seem accurate. Any idea of the make/model? Or is this just a photo shop job.
Starker here, Mom had a 61 Convair with seatbelts, my grandparents had a 63 LeSabre with belts, I had a 65 Chevelle with belts. My 70 Ford pickup had mounts for shoulder belts & I got retractable belts out of a 74 F-100 in a junk yard and installed them, along with Mustang buckets and a floor shifter. I've always worn belts. I learned to drive with stick shift and a bench seat, when you push in the clutch push the brake turn the wheel and you slide across the seat. Gotta have belts!
No seat belts. Didn't give a shit about anyone.
ReplyDeleteI remember my younger sister in the back seat of our 61 Chevy wagon fell out of the car going around a corner. Luckily we were hardly moving and she landed on grass.
DeleteI fell out the door of my brother's Galaxy 500. Swinging in the breeze hanging on for dear life.
DeleteLook closer. This one's the Safety Edition, with the backseat belts.
DeleteAnd yet we didn’t just survive, we thrived. Diving boards and all….
ReplyDeleteI love diving boards.
DeleteDo they still have public swimming pools? They might be dangerous.
I don't know what that is, all I know is that I used to make sure my son was wearing a seat belt, at any and every age
ReplyDelete"Here Boy - hold Daddy's beer while he lights up his cigarette, okay ?" 8^)
ReplyDelete"Can you reach the pedals? Good, you're driving home from the bowling alley.
Delete"Don't worry, the snowbanks are like lane bumpers..."
In some states you can abort a kid right up till birth, but in a vehicle, you have to treat a kid like it’s an astronaut going to the moon. Government stay the fuck out of my car. I had a similar device for my daughter before it was mandated by law. Tossed the kid in with an encouraging: "What doesn't kill ya makes you stronger".
ReplyDeleteMy family had a car seat like that back in the 50s.
ReplyDeleteWhen my daughter was a few months old, I was had an f150 supercab. We'd lay the backseat down, a twin mattress fit almost perfectly back there. Went all over the country like that chasing work.
ReplyDeleteI rode in a seat like that.
ReplyDeleteMine had a red button in the middle that honked. I remember that clearly. I remember laying in the back window and on the back floor board during winter trips. Mom tried to strap me in with a lap belt as a kid, and it was terrible.
ReplyDeleteFirst time I slid across the front seat doing a donut, I dug out the seat belt and strapped it on. Have ever since.
Only ever wore one if I was planning on driving fast. Which was quite a bit, but I don't do dat no mo. mostly
DeleteAs a special treat, Dad used to take us racing down the road that featured the "Seven Sisters" - a series of sharp hills closely spaced. This was before anyone knew what those "seat belt things" were for. I recall my head grazing the roof again and again, as we were launched off the bench seats, laughing to beat the band.
ReplyDeleteMy father was a hot rodder in the 40s-50s. He used to drag race. He installed seatbelts in every car we owned and made sure we wore them.
ReplyDelete-Steve in Idaho
My father had seat belts installed by Sears in '64 when he was on leave in Nashville. Sears meant something back then.
DeleteMy seatbelt was my old man's right arm.
ReplyDelete- WDS
Mom's right arm. Dad was the reckless one who let us go unrestrained no matter what. Also let us sit on his lap and steer. Would have been crushed between he and the wheel in a sudden stop. Here to tell about it, so all went well.
DeleteWe didn't need seat belts as kids. You parked your backside in the seat, you sat still, and you entertained yourself quietly because if either parent needed to stop the car, the rest of the trip was going to be very uncomfortable.
ReplyDeleteI sat on a box between my parents in the front seat of Dad's Model A. Not to mention that we had weekly Bible Study and said the Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord's Prayer daily in a Chattanooga Public School. I survived all of them.
ReplyDeleteWe were still saying the Lord’s Prayer at Niota Elementary (between Athens and Sweetwater) in the ‘70s.
DeleteThe most unusual things I see in this picture is no center pillar, but it is a 2 door, in the back seat a suggestion that there are seat belts, (why? there are no front seat belts) and a side mirror that would be rare, but the reflection seem accurate.
ReplyDeleteAny idea of the make/model? Or is this just a photo shop job.
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Spitballin...looks like a Ford Galaxy to me. 64 ish.
DeleteThat wheel on it is so the kid can drive mom and dad crazy.
ReplyDeleteStarker here,
ReplyDeleteMom had a 61 Convair with seatbelts, my grandparents had a 63 LeSabre with belts, I had a 65 Chevelle with belts. My 70 Ford pickup had mounts for shoulder belts & I got retractable belts out of a 74 F-100 in a junk yard and installed them, along with Mustang buckets and a floor shifter.
I've always worn belts. I learned to drive with stick shift and a bench seat, when you push in the clutch push the brake turn the wheel and you slide across the seat. Gotta have belts!
Looks a lot like a 65 (+- a year) Fairlane 500... Spent a lot or time riding around in one as a kid.
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