A morning rumination on speed limts

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we used to sit facing backwards in the rear seat of my dads Chev wagon (the seat was made like that) so we could watch the car that was going to rear end us.

I loved my Boy Scout Master's Country Squire wagon. Not only could you sit in those seats in back (The Ford had side fold-out seats that faced each other), but you could trap the nerd kids under those seats when they were folded down.

I loved my Boy Scout Master's Country Squire wagon. Not only could you sit in those seats in back (The Ford had side fold-out seats that faced each other), but you could trap the nerd kids under those seats when they were folded down.
Yep. We had multiple station wagons, including a big old blue Country Squire which my Dad affectionately called Buford (Big Ugly Ford). We used it to pull the fishing boat. It got 8-10 mpg going up the canyon with the boat behind. You hardly knew the boat was there. It also happened to get 8-10 mpg going down. It came with the most advanced seat belt system at the time, my Mom's arm that would pop out whenever the need for sudden braking popped up. Man oh man did that thing squeak and rattle though. All those metal parts rubbing against each other. Enough to drive you crazy on a road trip.