The gentle, pleasant breeze of the side windows, which opened on both sides, was doing really well. It was only interrupted again and again by the impact of oncoming traffic. This day seemed to be especially hot. In the passenger seat, it is often not boring for a long time, as in the back of the back seat. It was and is just closer and the driving feeling is better intensified further ahead. As a young guy you were just like fixed in front as well as corious and the actual advantages of a back seat, I had actually got to know a little later than enamoured Twen better. ;) So I enjoyed next ...

The gentle, pleasant breeze of the side windows, which opened on both sides, was doing really well. It was only interrupted again and again by the impact of oncoming traffic. This day seemed to be especially hot. In the passenger seat, it is often not boring for a long time, as in the back of the back seat. It was and is just closer and the driving feeling is better intensified further ahead. As a young guy you were just like fixed in front as well as corious and the actual advantages of a back seat, I had actually got to know a little later than enamoured Twen better. ;) So I enjoyed next to the magnificent view, the cars overtaking us, whose drivers with different facial features, with and without headgear rushed past us. The men often wore their suit jacket while driving, even while the car was hot, while the women often sat at the steering wheel more feminine and elegant even during the day. Summer, as well as winter. With and also, like the men, without big headgear. Perhaps with a silk scarf tied together in a triangle to protect the hair, which was often lavishly sprayed with lots of hairspray, as was usual then. Women were less likely behind the car steering wheel back then. And when I saw one, I sometimes tried to wave over, make faces or grin cheeky, which of course was very different understood and answered. Some were even embarrassed. Of course, other times, different customs. Lady Myra did not notice much of that. So well, maybe I should have even taken one or the other justified complaint, who knows that exactly. The only time when I caught a glimpse of her magical pedal pumping nylon legs with one of her artfully drawn raised eyebrows, had no consequences. After that, I learned very quickly not to look any more conspicuously, but still more closely, without her ever noticing it again. And when she looked over to me from time to time while driving, she smiled rather meekly and asked if I was okay. Well, step-mom at least there was a bit more stressed at the time. She admonished step-dad always not to complain about the motorists and to keep more nervous rest. But if she drove herself, we could have lost her nerves now and then because the others were all too slow. Nevertheless, she was a very good driver for her time. There are and were just the typical family processes of a family traveling by car. At the time, as it is today. And who knows, maybe in this respect the future in the car will be more relaxed. As relaxed as the current focus, which is still lie in the p.o.v. the mystic beautiful lively legs with her sharply pointed varnish heels by Lady Myra.