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What a great story...I went down memory lane as I read this. Cars have always been an important part of my 80 years. I dated first husband in a big 1949 Buick. Note..big front seat so I could slide over close to him.

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Aw, I love that! Thanks, Linda! There were a few guys in high school that drove cars with big bench seats up front and I remember girls always cuddling with them too. Air bags and bucket seats put an end to all that sadly.

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In my parking lot at work, there are 2 cars similar make, model, color as mine. And then 3 others similar make, model, color. All 6 are foreign, "small" SUVs. And there are only at most 12 cars in our employee parking area every day.

On another note, my son gifted me a framed ad depicting our make, model, color of the car the kids grew up with. A '91 black Ford Escort sport. I just hung it on the wall yesterday. Americans. We love our cars.

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Actually it was an Escort GT not "sport".

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I remember that car well! Is that what you drove to California? I always remember thinking it took some bravery to squeeze three boys into an Escort and driving cross country!

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No, we drove a Ford Taurus to California. But that Escort went to a lot of other places. Dan and Matt both learned to drive in it. It was a stick just like your parents had. Our mom always drove a stick so I think we all got it from her.

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Ah, that makes sense! My dad drove stick and he taught me how to too

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