This brought back a core memory of going on fishing trips in a pickup like the middle one as a kid with my dad and brother (this was before I went vegan, and even then, it was mostly an excuse to relax on a boat for me). The back had these side-facing fold-out seats, and I’d sit in one of those, listening to Metallica or Black Sabbath on a CD player while I watched the woods roll by.
My mom had a black Toyota and the “jump seats” were super cramped even for twelve year old me, still I remember playing gameboy in one, with one of those flashlight/magnifying glass attachments.
I hated the jump seats. I always had to sit on them because my younger brother had “longer legs” and so “needed” the front seat. Never mind that he’d push the seat all the way back so I had no shoulder or hip room. At least I hadn’t yet developed motion sickness.
Brings me back to riding around with my grandpa in his early 70’s model; sometimes he would have to pick me up on the way home from hauling firewood. I don’t remember if that was an F-150 or an F-250, but it had the big front bench seat and the steering console-mounted 3-speed manual transmission.
This brought back a core memory of going on fishing trips in a pickup like the middle one as a kid with my dad and brother (this was before I went vegan, and even then, it was mostly an excuse to relax on a boat for me). The back had these side-facing fold-out seats, and I’d sit in one of those, listening to Metallica or Black Sabbath on a CD player while I watched the woods roll by.
My mom had a black Toyota and the “jump seats” were super cramped even for twelve year old me, still I remember playing gameboy in one, with one of those flashlight/magnifying glass attachments.
Me too! I remember taking turns on playing pokemon yellow with my buddy, facing each other for 4 hours on a road trip
I hated the jump seats. I always had to sit on them because my younger brother had “longer legs” and so “needed” the front seat. Never mind that he’d push the seat all the way back so I had no shoulder or hip room. At least I hadn’t yet developed motion sickness.
For me it was the second from the left and either riding in the bed or standing between my dad and brother on the bench seat
Brings me back to riding around with my grandpa in his early 70’s model; sometimes he would have to pick me up on the way home from hauling firewood. I don’t remember if that was an F-150 or an F-250, but it had the big front bench seat and the steering console-mounted 3-speed manual transmission.