That's what it was called. An 1899 dictionary describes it as," a seat for servants in the rear of a carriage".
Peter and I got to ride in it in our 1948 Ford on a short drive around Crescent Beach.
This local girl was my favourite, she's always loved trucks. She found her 1929 one and her pink boots on eBay and is having a ball.
This bright yellow sticker on the left windshield gave the driver the right to buy 4 gallons of gas during WWII.
This 1956 Chev was like the one Lenny and I drove for our wedding in 1962.
Then the band started up and some cars started their engines to leave and it was LOUD - I thought I was right back in the 60's or on the set of Grease. It was great.
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