For a kid, these intoxicating bits of freedom made every trip to the grocery store and each family vacation an excursion to remember. The Fury's third seat, the one in the "way back," had one more gift to give. Not only was it my own personal concert hall, far from my parents, but it also faced backward! Every turn, every hill, and every bump became a surprise. Every time we left the driveway, it was like riding the Zipper or the Scrambler at the county fair.
"Every time we left the driveway, it was like riding the Zipper or the Scrambler at the county fair."
Now, don't get me wrong: the "way back" wasn't all fun and games. The rear door was massive; I'm sure it weighed at least as much as I did. To get out, I had three options: crawl over into the second seat and exit like a normal human being, wait until one of my parents opened the door for me, or ask them to lower the rear window so I could scramble out (my personal favorite).