Bucket seats and pretty girls

Did you ever notice how young couples never sit close together in their cars while dating anymore, making it hard to tell if they are a "couple" indeed, or just siblings on their way to a movie together. Of course we all outgrow this phase of life, but still I thought it was a phase that everybody had to go through in order to reach adulthood. It would be hard to blame the car manufacturers for this, as many of us had bucket seats in the seventies, and would simply put a pillow between them for our girlfriends to sit on, assuring her a much less comfortable ride than she would have gotten if she would have just sat in the seat. Maybe it's just that the cars today are so much improved over the cars we had that it no longer takes two people to drive them? Maybe they just don't want to get caught on a seat-belt violation? All of my cars and trucks that I had when going to school really did take two people to drive, which forced me to "date" alot in my younger years. I always tried to be a gentleman though, and had a nice fluffy pillow for my girl to sit on, and generally used my right arm as a sort of seat belt with which to assure her safety, should we become involved in an accident or something. This method also worked well for keeping many of my dates from jumping out of the car at stop signs, and jumping into someone better-looking's car. The seat belt method didn't work as well on my vehicles that had floor shifters, though, where basically all I could have done was save her left leg as my arm lay across it, hand on the shifter, just in case a serious race would happen to erupt, and I would be forced to shift quickly. Sitting between the bucket seats also made it handy for your girlfriend, (or whoever's girlfriend you happened to have that particular night), to easily reach the ice cold beer you had in the cooler on the backseat floorboard. On the passenger side. It's a little blue and white one. Many times my date and I would become so exhausted from the rigors of dragging main and racing, that we would have to "disappear" for awhile, out in the country and "rest" up in the backseat. Sometimes, these "resting" periods would have to be repeated three or four times a night, such was the stress level of dragging main in Lebanon, Kansas. I've noticed now that I'm older I seem to have no stress at all, and almost never require "resting" in the backseat of any vehicle. Oh well, just a little nostalgia working it's way through my system, and wondering what kid's do for excitement in the 2000's. I am feeling a little bored. I think I'll ask my wife if she want's to pack up the little blue and white cooler and go for a drive. Out in the country.