I was 8 years old and riding in the very back of a 1969 Ford Country Squire Station wagon going to get dropped off at my cousin’s place for one last week of summer fun before returning to school. The announcement came on the car radio that Elvis was dead.
Funny-my cousins were over at my place spending the week with me before we all went back to school. We’re about the same age it seems since I was 10 and my oldest cousin was 10 and my other cousin was 8. If I remember correctly, we put on one of his 45s (“Hound Dog”), jumped up on the bed and started singing to commemorate him.
My recollection is similar to yours. I was 13 and my younger brother and I were riding in the bed of my dads Chevy pick up, with camper top on, mom and dad up front listening to the radio. We were driving through downtown Nashville at the time on a family trip to go to the Grand Ole Opry.