Driving With Your Parents In The ‘70s

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You stop throwing lawn darts at each other when your dad yells, “Who wants to go for a ride?”

You grab a drink from the hose, your face and shoulders pink from the sun, and climb into the station wagon. The first fight is over who has to sit on the hump. The second fight is over the radio and who gets to push in the buttons to change the station. Only three play music. The rest is static.