Your car, Andrew, reminds me of our Country Squire when we were kids. Our parents would give us a blanket and we’d sleep in the back cargo space blissfully unaware of the need for seatbelts. How did we survive?
Your car, Andrew, reminds me of our Country Squire when we were kids. Our parents would give us a blanket and we’d sleep in the back cargo space blissfully unaware of the need for seatbelts. How did we survive?