I remember being teased growing up in Denver when I was taken to school in our old Station Wagon.. Anyone else?
Yeah, that's par for the course for those growing up in the 70's and 80's. But i grew up in the late 50's and 60's (born '51) and going to school in a wagon wasn't 'cool' or 'uncool' back then - that's just the way it was. What was uncool was having to ride around in the cargo area of a wagon because your folks were too cheap to buy the 3-seat model. Tell us more about your experiences... And welcome to the SWF... Marshall
Sure do............wished they'd let me out a few blocks from school, so I could catch a ride with some friend in his "cool" car.............
I walked to school until I started driving my wagon to high school. They laughed until they saw it roast the tires, bog through mud and sand and show up everywhere the 4x4 guys made it to.
Remember being teased In Illinois I walked to school year around. Snow up to my butt, up hill, both ways, -20 degrees and windy. Got beat up by bullies and had my face stuck in the dirty slush of 100 cars and a few horse and buggies, everyday. Oh the question. Yes I remember being teased. Her name was Mary and she wore cute little skrts. Wait that was the bully that beat me up!
To be truthful, I walked most days, too. And we didn't have a station wagon in the family until 1965, when I was 14. Try being a 14 yr old teenager crawling around the back of a Nova wagon with your 10 yr old brother back there, too. I will add that this was in the summer, in Southern California, and no, the Nova did not have A/C.......
To tell the truth the only station wagon I remember riding in belonged to the cop who lived on the street behind us. My lil brother and I were friends with his kids and sometime we went to ball games and places with them. It was a Plymouth, maybe 1950. After that my 1972 Gran Torino was the second wagon I'd been in. But the garbage man had a horse and wagon that sometimes us kids hitched a ride to school on. We sat in the way back seat.
Very few people in our neighbourhood had wagons. Nobody was teased over what they drove, and for those lucky enough to have access to any car, forget teasing! They were lucky to have wheels that actually turned! There is one wagon that really stands out in my mind, though. It was the family grocery getter for one of my friends. Believe me, NOBODY teased him when he borrowed the wagon. A 75 Ford Gran Torino Squire, painted gold, with white wall tires and a nicely warmed over 460 under the hood. That car would pass anything but a gas station. It just looked mild mannered.
That's how I remember it too MikeT. Actually until high school very few kids got rides or had a car. You either walked or lived out of town and took the bus.
*raising my hand*...yup, that's how it was for me in 1980's suburbia; I rode the bus until I was old enough to drive. After getting my driver's license, I only drove myself to school when one parent had a day off from work. Sometimes tho, Dad would let me drop him off at work so I could drive his wagon to school (1983 Caprice Estate, 8 passenger). I did indeed get teased for driving the wagon, but I didn't care. I LOVED that car.
never got teased for being in a wagon as it was still freedom. do remember my dad telling me he would give me a fully loaded dodge monaco wagon if i got rid of my 396/375hp tunnel rammed bbc 1968 firebird. I can remmember saying dad i'm 18 who wants a station wagon. fast forward 20 yrs and me and one of my friends i grew up with are driving my 59 in the 2011 power tour and my buddy says if your dad could look down and see us driving cross country he would probably be laughing saying "nice wagon, ace"
This is kind of interesting.. Over here in sweden, it was the opposite, as i remember it in the -80ies. I was embarresed riding to school in my mothers Mazda RX coupe cuz it was so small, and i always was jealous for the kids hwo rode "big" peugeots or volvo wagons.. My dad had a Ford Taunus wagon, considered a mid size here, and it was a lot better to ride with..
Like CAT and the others I either walked, rode my bike, or if it was in the minus 30's caught a school bus or very infrequently if my father was able, he'd drive us - in his wagon of the time. We were always happy for a ride in his wagons. But walking was the primary mode of transportation and we enjoyed it.