I'm so old I remember my father coming home from a hunting trip with a deer strapped to the front passenger fender of our old Chevy Deluxe. When cars had fenders - something like this:
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Jen I comedy up your answer: I'm so old, we didn’t even have to wear seatbelts in the car or even sit in a car seat, back when “child safety” meant duct-taping a pillow to the dashboard and yelling “Hold on, Junior!” as Dad took the curves at 50. My first car seat was just a booster made of hope and chewing gum, and if you fell out, well.....natural selection!
