Taking a road trip always congers up memories of long days spent in the back of the family station wagon as a kid. Good for character building, bad for sanity. What was it about 1989 that everyone just had to have an enormous ugly car with wood panal sides. As if all parents had meeting to decide they were all going to buy the most embarrassing car possible.
I was never allowed to cross the imaginary line between our seats.
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