*quietly recalling all the times I rode in the back of our station wagon laying on the floor and wondering how I’m alive....

On long trips I used to sit back there with the suitcases and listen to my radio with headphones. I would wave at State Troopers and they would wave back. Dad always called me his tail gunner because I would spot troopers for him.

Also once rode in the hatch of a Eagle Talon in college. Plot twist: I was about 280lbs then...