I've noticed, when I talk with people who spent their youth in the 1940's and 1950's, just how much cars are a part of their memories. they'll talk about the time they piled 16 people in a '55 Chevy and went for a ride, or the time she sneezed in her brand new Studebaker and rear-ended someone in her reflex, or when they would race down the country roads at night in their '57 Chevy, '53 Dodge, and '56 Fords. cars don't seem to be as much a part of a (American?) teenager's narrative anymore. it's hard to imagine most of my high school friends reminiscing 50 years from now about their Ford Escorts or K cars.
