1. I remember when dads bought VW bugs for their daughters because the belief was that there just wasn’t enough room in one to have sex. They were wrong. Didn’t help much when boyfriend showed up in a 64 Chevy Impala either.

  2. Sad to say, you’re at least a generation late, Kim. All of these “Moms” are actually “Grannies”, and “Nana” is a great-grandmother by now. And both are sliding down the slope to the next level of parenting.

  3. One of my favorite photographs of my parents was taken in 1947. It is of the two of them, along with two other couples, all sitting on and gathered around the front of a 1940 Ford that’s parked in the middle of a pasture. The photo was taken when all six of them were in high school. The girls were all cute, the guys were all cool, and every single one of them had a cigarette in their hand.

    I would love to recreate that photograph, but except for my 91yo mom, all of them are now gone.

  4. Wow…that’s quite a range. I estimate from late 1950’s to early 1980s, except for “Nana” on the car whose era is a little indeterminate…I’m guessing late 1930’s to mid 1940s.

    Relative to kids today, most of these are “Nana”, rather than “Mom”, and the one you peg as “Nana” is “Great Gmom”.

    My guesses in order:

    Mid 70s
    Mid 70s
    Mid 60’s
    Mid 60’s
    Early 70’s
    Early 60s (?)
    Early 80s (or very late 70s)
    Nana: 30s? 40s?
    3butts: late 50’s early 60s.

  5. My Dad refused to let me buy a ’68 GTO in 1975 because he thought I’d get in too much trouble with it. So I bought a like-new 1964 Chevy Impala 409 4-door no post with the 340 hp PowerGlide tranny (8K miles on it) for $800. Half my high school class could fit into the back seat. Added headers, twin carbs and some Walker Continental mufflers and a Panasonic Quadraphonic 8-track player. Also started adding a gallon of aviation fuel to every tank (yeah, it was a thing).

    That car made me what I am today…the Original Sex Biscuit.

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