My mom had a red 1991, and I puked in it a ton. I remember her yelling at me "I opened the window, all the smoke is going out the window what are you complaining about?". Long smokey drives that made me so car sick.
Yep, riding in my moms 76 Honda civic, my mom would tell me (and my sister) to shut up when complaining about the smoke. Also the lit embers that would enevitably fling back into the back seat still hold some early memories.
I'm sure this happens today too, the difference is that the question "how is your relationship to her?" would have made no sense in 1980. Back then this was just normal and would not automatically lead to a bad relationship :)
Oh my sweet summer child. The van was brand new at the time.
The whole world used to smell like cigarettes. When the server at a restaurant asked if you wanted smoking or non smoking section, they used to be right next to each other.