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My dad had a Plymouth Stationwagon I believe he bought it brand new in about 1964 ad. It had a rear seat which if you sat in it you would be looking at the peeps in the car behind you (for some reason they would always shoot you with their gun finger). But on with my storie (story) sortie....
When we got back into the neighborhood my Dad would stop and role down the rear window and we would climb out and there were rubber steps you could stand on, on the bumper and with the window down you could hold on the window frame. Then my Dad would say "ready?" and we would lean in the window and say "yep!" Then my Dad would drive down the block and we would have the wind blow in our face and feel like Firemen on a hook and ladder. First just the older kids got to do it and we stayed inside. Then we got to do it too. I never saw anyone else's Dad's letting them do that and we all knew it was a dangerous step. But my dad let us do it even sometimes when he didn't feel like it and we hounded him "Can we Dad huh? Can we? He would just grin and reach down to push the button
and when the window started to go down and the car slowed to a stop then it was our turn to start grinning.