Then there is the white station wagon. This is more of a vague memory, but I do remember being able to climb on top to wash it when I was little. I'm not sure why we are never quite dressed in a lot of my baby and kid pictures.
So the first car that I actually married into was a Mazda 646. Then we got the red corsica, that felt like a missionary car. We progressed to the White Ford Explorer that was named Rocko or Rocky, then the Saturn that the kids named Jamie. The full sized van was named the Bronze Babe and was the most unattractive, but sturdy car we had owned. Now we have Suburban, a Pontiac Grand Prix and our dumpy kid car is the tan Ford Contour. Here is the next generation climbing on the top of the car to make sure it gets washed. It's not really about washing the car, it just feels cool to climb on top of the car. These kids are dressed a little more modestly.
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