I remember the same thing. No child safety seats. No seat belts. No padded dashboard. Just hard painted steel.
My family drove from Maine to Maryland when I was small, proably 6 or 7. They stuck me in the way back of the Datsun B210 station wagon. Between the door and the luggage. Maybe a space a foot wide and I shared it with our dog. I remember waving to the truckers and the cops.
Try that today and Mom and Dad would have a nice vacay in the slammer.
