The Chevy’s cargo
From the mid-1950s to mid-1960s, my family vacationed in Massachusetts each summer. On the Friday before the week of the fourth of July, we would head out from Statesville for our 24-hour-straight road trip. Since my dad had worked 40 hours that week, he would sleep on the way. One summer, we had a 1960 Chevy that had a huge trunk. He decided to make a "bed" in the back and sleep through the night in the trunk.
All went well until we stopped for gas. When the gas attendant put gas into the car, he slowly stepped up to my mom's car window and said, "Lady, do you know you have a man in your trunk?"
My how things have changed. No more gas attendants to pump your gas for you. And no seatbelts in the trunk of the car. I don't know why we weren't informed about carbon monoxide back then!