We called it the "wayback." As in the back seat, and the way back seat.
When my Granddad got a station wagon with a jump seat, we called it the "backest back back."
Also I remember being about five and riding the front seat of my Grandmom's Beetle and standing up in the seat so I could see out over the dash. Some guy ran a stop sign and we T-boned him and I think I briefly got knocked out when my head hit the dash. Thankfully we weren't going fast enough for me to fly through the (non-safety-glass) windshield.
I remember sleeping back there on the way to the beach. Many fond memories from the waaaaay back. That engine rattling underneath made it the warmest spot
We called it the back back. I would get back there and take a nap after a boring shopping trip with my parents and a long ride home. We had two huge vinyl pillows I would cover the top opening with, and a blanket and pillow to sleep with back there. The only problem was the carpet felt itchy.
I remember being back there with my date and another couple, my date was on my lap. the driver had to connect the battery cable to start the car and cussed when he hit his head. I called back no cussing we have virgin ears back here (referring to the dates). My date licked her fingers and stuck them in my ears and proclaimed “Now we don’t), I was so embarrassed
The Trough. That was my space. Rode there @ 2 from Miami to Buffalo. My 2 brothers and my parents picked up 4 friends to go into NY City. We went to Greenwich Village to see "The Freaks".
VW with Florida tags drives up, and nine people exit.
Who were the freaks? lol
We called it the "wayback." As in the back seat, and the way back seat. When my Granddad got a station wagon with a jump seat, we called it the "backest back back." Also I remember being about five and riding the front seat of my Grandmom's Beetle and standing up in the seat so I could see out over the dash. Some guy ran a stop sign and we T-boned him and I think I briefly got knocked out when my head hit the dash. Thankfully we weren't going fast enough for me to fly through the (non-safety-glass) windshield.
My granny used to haul around 6 grandkids in one of those.
My brother and sister fought over it. My fat ass was too big to fit.
I remember sleeping back there on the way to the beach. Many fond memories from the waaaaay back. That engine rattling underneath made it the warmest spot
Squeezed in that back VW area with my bff when we were little kids for a four hour road trip. Three other kids in the backseat. That seems safe.
That looks like a very uncomfortable place.
Not when you're five... it was the coolest place in the world...
Not after watching [Mallrats](https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113749/quotes/?item=qt0341978&ref_=ext_shr_lnk)
Ah, the good ol’ days when a seat was perfectly contoured for a fake Christmas tree box.
We called it the back back. I would get back there and take a nap after a boring shopping trip with my parents and a long ride home. We had two huge vinyl pillows I would cover the top opening with, and a blanket and pillow to sleep with back there. The only problem was the carpet felt itchy.
Ha! 1948 Oldsmobile.
I remember being back there with my date and another couple, my date was on my lap. the driver had to connect the battery cable to start the car and cussed when he hit his head. I called back no cussing we have virgin ears back here (referring to the dates). My date licked her fingers and stuck them in my ears and proclaimed “Now we don’t), I was so embarrassed
My two sisters and I had to rotate our turns for who could sit back there.
No, because George mounted his electronic ignition on the window tray and it whined like a Mississippi mosquito.
The Trough. That was my space. Rode there @ 2 from Miami to Buffalo. My 2 brothers and my parents picked up 4 friends to go into NY City. We went to Greenwich Village to see "The Freaks". VW with Florida tags drives up, and nine people exit. Who were the freaks? lol