Oh yes, you could sit 4 people in each bench seat.
“...sit 4 people in each bench seat...”
Those were the days when your Best Girl was able to slide right over next to you, put her head on your shoulder, and the AM/FM radio was playing some silly song that put a tear in her eye...
Column PRNDL shift, side window vents, landau roof, and rear wheel well skirts.
Somewhere we let those damned little soulless rice burners take over the road.
But like Brooks and Dunn said... “When We Were Kings”... there was a time.