Now I’m going to picture you as an angry, scowling Clint Eastwood standing on your porch, hunched over, yelling at the neighbor kids to GTF off your lawn! 🤣

You didn't already? Jk jk, sorry JB. Too easy 😂

Are you kidding? High school chicks loved station wagons. They could picture exactly what he’d look like returning home after a run to the store for diapers for the baby. He probably had multiple girls hitting on him at school every day.

1966 McClaren. 1973 Ferarri.

1972 Dodge Challenger, Cuda body with a 318. I very much wish I still had it.

‘86 2 door escort hatchback. It was a rusty shade of white that I had painted green, but couldn’t afford to spring for having em hit the door jams, so it was 2 toned with the doors open. It had the annoying front seatbelts that slid back and forth along a rail. Sometimes they worked. Haven’t seen one in a while. I guess they’ve all rusted into the ground.

1979 Buick Skyhawk hatchback. Boston Red in color, therefore the rust blended in very nicely. V-6, carburated. It was a hand me down from my Dad who seemed happy to be rid of it. In fact, one day while driving home from work, the radio stopped working and he pulled over to investigate. Upon opening the hood, a small fire was discovered. He thought about it for a minute and decided not to impede it’s progress. Having no cell phone (1980’s), there was no way to call the fire department, well why not just inform the insurance company of it’s demise? Next thing you know, some nosy neighbor comes running with a fire extinguisher-like who has one of those in their house-and puts out the fire. The insurance company refused to total the car, paid for the fix…and the car became mine.

Well there are some real hot rods listed above…but I guess I just grew up poor…my first car was a 73 AMC Gremlin that had 60 k on it with a blown head gasket that needed to be changed that I bought off my older sister for 100 bucks.

All teens (except for the above two) knew station wagons were basically a hotel room on wheels. (Folding back seats.) Parents would always say, “Isn’t that nice. He’s driving the family station wagon.” as their daughter eagerly walked down the sidewalk to be picked up for a date.

Do kids even "date" anymore? Or do they just hole themselves up in their bedroom's with the glow of their device staying "connected"?