Yup.Does that couch fold out to be a bed?
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I have slept on the front seat of that and my 77 Buick Lesaber many a times.
Love a bench front seat. Just tuck the buckles.
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With a big ol clock in the dash.
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Yup.Does that couch fold out to be a bed?
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Yes we could “sleep” on those old bench seats! I did quite a few times.Close enough...![]()
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Just tuck the buckles.Yup.
I have slept on the front seat of that and my 77 Buick Lesaber many a times.
Love a bench front seat. Just tuck the buckles.
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With a big ol clock in the dash.
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I miss those bench seats. In the early days after a late gig, my bed away from home!Yes we could “sleep” on those old bench seats! I did quite a few times.

My land yacht was a 1975 Mercury Marquis. Sorry, no pics.I had a white one with the red roof.
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And FULL red interior.
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My land yacht was a 1975 Mercury Marquis. Sorry, no pics.
I got to drive one of these after I graduated high school in '83.
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It was junk in 1974 when my parents bought it. Hated that damn car......
I suffered far worse: my parents took a break from Volkswagens in 1974 or so and purchased TWO American Motors cars. A Matador sedan and Ambassador wagon. Total and complete trash. They featured the pinnacle of American safety logic and technology: seatbelt override. One could not start the cars without putting on the seatbelt first.
But they often did not work. They would not start even when the belts were used. Ah, but technology came to the rescue again. There was an override button to use in this case. But it was inside the engine compartment. And one had to press and hold it when starting the car. The car seemed to only do this when there was only one person in it. So you had to get someone—a total stranger—to stand in front of the open hood, and press the button when the driver started the car. Of course, it was completely easy to get a total stranger in New York City to put their finger on a little button next to a giant engine that would soon roar to life and switch on the radiator fan that was close by.
Ever notice that there are no more American Motors cars being made. I believe every man, woman, and child in New York voted en masse to shut down the factory simply because of us and those two A.M. pieces of S**T.
What did we do next? Go back to Volkswagens!!!
I had a 1968 Cadillac hearse like this one with a long bench seat and sliding windows behind the seat. A couple ladies I dated liked it.I miss those bench seats. In the early days after a late gig, my bed away from home!![]()
Seems to have a problem using his arse for bait.
When my first child was born, I had a two-seater pickup and my wife had a Camaro. Obviously getting a car seat into the back of the Camaro wasn't going to work, so we traded it in for a ....'85 Buick LeSabre four-door. In beige. Went from sporty to looking like retirees, but at least we could access the baby seat easy enough. Your post brings back a lot of those memories.Yup.
I have slept on the front seat of that and my 77 Buick Lesaber many a times.
Love a bench front seat. Just tuck the buckles.
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With a big ol clock in the dash.
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Piece of tape to hold down that button???There was an override button to use in this case. But it was inside the engine compartment. And one had to press and hold it when starting the car. The car seemed to only do this when there was only one person in it. So you had to get someone—a total stranger—to stand in front of the open hood, and press the button when the driver started the car. Of course, it was completely easy to get a total stranger in New York City to put their finger on a little button next to a giant engine that would soon roar to life and switch on the radiator fan that was close by.

My dad had an AMC car…I suffered far worse: my parents took a break from Volkswagens in 1974 or so and purchased TWO American Motors cars. A Matador sedan and Ambassador wagon. Total and complete trash. They featured the pinnacle of American safety logic and technology: seatbelt override. One could not start the cars without putting on the seatbelt first.
But they often did not work. They would not start even when the belts were used. Ah, but technology came to the rescue again. There was an override button to use in this case. But it was inside the engine compartment. And one had to press and hold it when starting the car. The car seemed to only do this when there was only one person in it. So you had to get someone—a total stranger—to stand in front of the open hood, and press the button when the driver started the car. Of course, it was completely easy to get a total stranger in New York City to put their finger on a little button next to a giant engine that would soon roar to life and switch on the radiator fan that was close by.
Ever notice that there are no more American Motors cars being made. I believe every man, woman, and child in New York voted en masse to shut down the factory simply because of us and those two A.M. pieces of S**T.
What did we do next? Go back to Volkswagens!!!
Heh! I had the version of that which, with different transparencies inside and a different name up top, had been turned into a bargain version of a "dodge the space rocks" answer to Star Wars and/or Asteroids.Thanks for the inspiration! I had this: