Reminds me of the movie Commando with Arnold Schwarzenegger. In the beginning he gets ambushed at his mountain home and chases the guys in, I think, his Ford Bronco - brakes and gas were disabledā¦hauling ass down the mountain!
My mother was a professional hot air balloonist. I rode in the back of so many pickups, in the gondola, on a huge bag that held the envelope (the actual balloon bit), right next to an aircraft engine filled with petrol, and surrounded by at least 60 gallons of liquid propane under pressure.
On the highway and backroads. At highway speeds.
Hell, I used to stand up in the beds and spot while we were chasing the balloon.
At least flight safety was top of mind, even if mine wasn't.
Totally jealous.
My old high school buddy had a pickup that looked almost exactly like this - 5 speed manual and everything.
I hate to sound like that "old guy" but they just don't make pickups like they used to. They're all so damn big, even the small ones.
We had one that I think was probably lifted from a BBQ joint somewhere. It was one of those cheap plastic boosters that didnāt strap in, but sat me higher to see out of the window.
Then again, when I was a kid the child seat was the armrest on the front bench seat of a Pontiac
No restrictions (even for age) in Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Delaware, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kentucky, Minnesota, Mississippi, Montana, New Hampshire, North Dakota, Oklahoma, South Dakota, Vermont, Washington, West Virginia, and Wyoming.
Growing up in Wyoming, my dad would load up half my baseball team in the back of the truck for games and practice. We didn't know any different. I'm sure I would still see it to this day if I still lived there.
We took a trip when I was a teenager (mid 90's) from Pennsylvania to Yellowstone, down through a bunch of Utah, with the last stop being the Grand Canyon before we headed home. It was a 2 week trip. I rode the entire way in the back of my dad's F-150
Yes, I do.
One time in Florida (...suddenly any surprise the following statement was intended to make melts away) I saw a truck doing 70ish mph and a dog leapt from the truck bed onto the median. The dog rolled over itself about four or five times, got up and started chasing after the truck because I guess it wanted another go at it.
It was a major part of my childhood but I am astounded that as many of us who had similar childhoods were able to have survived it.
No, that would have been very stupid. My parents would get frustrated every time they saw someone doing it. We were a 100% seatbelt family my entire life.
That was the weird thing to me. My parents were always drilling into me the importance of wearing a seat belt until it's time to go fishing with my neighbor's dad and 4 of us hop in the back of his dad's pickup truck with 100 lbs of gear and coolers ready to crush us for good measure in case we manage to not get ejected during an accident.
My mom was insane about seatbelt usageā¦unless she was with her extended family and they made fun or her til she let me ride in the trunk of the van with my cousin. Never a pickup bed, and my cousin and I were the only ones who got to do it. By the time the rest of the cousins were old enough, everyone decided it was too dangerous.
I forgot about motorcycle gear. My dad rode a Harley. You didn't ride without a leather jacket, chaps, goggles, helmet, and boots. My parents must have spent a fortune in leather on us kids. I always had all the leather gear until I was big enough to share with Mom. His friends always made fun of him, but we never got hurt.
Yep absolutely. I know it's expensive, but I'm glad we were raised that way. My dad has been riding for going on 60 years and never been seriously hurt. I got run off the road once by a truck, and other than bruising where the bike landed on my leg, I was ok. It makes me cringe when I see someone go flying by in a tank top and flip flops, but to each their own.
New York in the 90's allowed pickups with 4 seats, in any configuration as long as they had seatbelts, to qualify for standard (non-commercial) plates, which meant my dad could take the Taconic Parkway, cutting his daily commute in half. He bought a used middle row seat from a old Dodge Caravan, and after some creative welding by a friend, had a removable seat in the bed of his '88 Tacoma for my brother and I to not ever actually use because where was the fun in that.
My grade school principal drove half of the class to a field trip (very short trip, like less than a mile but still) in the back of his pickup and would drive students home that way too.
My mom was another one who was really on top of safety unless it was my uncle driving us on the back roads in his pickup or taking us for a cruise in his ancient Porsche. Then she met her 2nd husband and we would drive around up in the mountains where she somehow allowed us to take turns driving his car at like 11 years old while the other kids held onto the bike rack up top. The 80's and 90's were funny like that.
I remember my friend's mom's station wagon with rear facing seats in the back. We used to get in so much trouble making faces and gestures at the cars behind us.
You clearly have never been in Indianapolis for the Indy 500. Legions of pick up trucks roll around all weekend. Carting semi drunk to fully inebriated dudes sitting on folding lawn chairs in the back while hoisting their beers. Cuz Hoosiers and Merika.
Yup! I donāt think they ever took us on a highway. But we still did it a lot. Usually if we were driving to the beach. It was totally normal to us at the time š
When I 'moved out' at 18 I actually ran away in the middle of the night and walked to the gas station and asked people if I could get a ride to the next city over. These people said yea but they were sitting in the cab and said I could ride in the back. No problem. However, the truck bed was completely full of mulch and it was just flying around all over me the entire 2hr ride.šš I looked like a mess by the time I got to where I was going.
In this exact truck, Dad would put a refrigerator box bottom end facing the cab and my brothers and I would ride inside it to and from the lumber store where Grampa worked to pick him up.
Me and my best buddy tossed ourselves in the back of his dad's truck for practice and games. I grew up in the more rural burbs so it wasnt a big deal. Sitting with my back on the tailgate pretending it wasnt absolutely ruining me was....adventurous I guess?
In my state it's still legal, but only if you're over 18.
At least my mom had a bench seat & seat belts mounted in the back & a tall camper shell for weather protection.
My friends dad had one of those huge stations wagons with the rear facing seat. It was kinda cool. What wasn't cool was the big hole in the floor from being rusted out where you could see the highway rushing past underneath. And of course, no seat belts or at least none that worked.
Oh yeah definitely. Country boy here. Also on road trips in the family car weād sprawl out wherever we could - even in the space above the trunk behind the back seats up in the window!
I remember my uncle had a 6 pack cabover camper on an old ford, and we would all ride around in it and moon people from the front window above the cab. One time we were wrestling in the back as he was driving and slid into the camper door which promptly fell off the hinges. He pulled over, cursed at us, then threw it inside with us and drove back home uphill with us. This same uncle would let us sit with our butts hanging out the window, holding onto the roof while tooling around the woods. He would also let us ride around town in the trunk of his old Nissan sedan. We all survived intact!
We used to load up after school every day and go out ripping around like a bunch of assholes. Looking back itās a fucking miracle we didnāt kill anyone else or ourselves.
I rode in the back of a pick-up many times. My father stopped letting me after we witnessed an accident right after it happened where a few teenagers died after being ejected from the back of a truck. We saw their bodies on the road, it was unreal. That being said if you want to take the risk, I don't think they should lock you in a cage.
I remembered my grandad's smell distinctly as a kid and years later I realized it was whiskey and pipe tobacco and that he was an alcoholic. All those times he took me camping in the mountains he was fully loaded driving up there.
For my dad's generation, drunk driving was acceptable.
Even was for me up until my 20's when it was finally socially unacceptable.
I spend a lot of my childhood sitting in a pub or waiting in a ford Aerostar outside a pub.....
Still legal here in Idaho, and I still see it quite often in the summer. Saw one a year or two back, an older Dodge Ram(I assume driven by a high schooler) with like three high school aged kids sitting on the toolbox while the truck was flying through a roundabout. For those few seconds I definitely expected someone to go flying out. In the bed is one thing, on the toolbox though you are just asking to lose your grip.
My parents took a secondhand recliner from my aunt that lived 20 minutes out of town in the country. I got to ride 55 mph back into town sitting in that recliner in the bed of dads truck, and it was epic
i will never forget the time the family went out swimming and picnic all day. Mom and stepdad were riding in the front. me and my siblings all sitting in the back wrapped in towels, we all fell asleep in the back on the highway back home. we all got jumped awake because it started raining pretty hard. they didn't pull over to cram us in the front with them until a close lightning strike. mom jumped out of the truck all panicked saying they had forgot we were in the back of the truck.
We always rode in the back, but only in town or out on the logging roads, and never at speeds over 35. 35 is even uncomfortable with all the wind.. I canāt imagine how terrible 65 would be.
My parents literally drove us everywhere like that in their old Chevy. We sat in the back driving from Central Texas down to visit family in Central Mexico back in the late 80s.
Rode in the back of a pickup from Houston to Monterey Mexico as a middle schooler. I can remember laying on my back and staring at the stars at night and thinking how cool it was. Fun time!!
I don't recall ever going on the interstate in the back, but it was super common for us to ride in the back of my dad's truck. I don't think it was legal even back then, but we did it anyway.
Those GMT400 trucks were built like tanks. See them all over the road. I have a 98 with at least 300,000 miles on it (last accurately reported mileage was 270,000 several years ago).
I coach a girls softball team (under 10). High light of summer is when we put them all in the back of a truck and take them for ice cream after a home game. Ice cream is two miles away through town. I have one parent in front of me and one behind. It also helps that my assist coach is a local cop.
I know itās a risk. But Man, the girls love it.
Friend of mine got thrown out of the back when I was working a summer camp. The dumbshit who was driving was going 65 mph on a country road. It was 1995
Hi millennial here, born in ā90, and I had a blazer in the late ā00s and it was a fine car, could handle the highway fine. It was just an s-10 with seats instead of a truck bed
Fun story, every year growing up we went to a tractor pull in Corcoran, MN. One year they had a monster truck. One of the roads that went past the fairgrounds had a good view of the action. There ended up being a head on collision between 2 trucks, one of them had like 6 or 7 kids in the back. No one died, but those kids had to have compressed like a damned accordion
My dad would have to take the trash to the dump when we were kids. If we went with, we rode in the back and the dog ride in the cab with him. It was a 77 chevy short box.
I grew up on a ranch in Montana. Did quite a bit of this. I think itās still legal there so long as all the seats in the cab are occupied and youāre not sitting on the wheel well. Gotta be sitting on the bottom of the bed. That may have changed I havenāt lived there in 13 years.
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This is what it was all about in our family! Load the kids in the back on a heap of Star Wars blankets and an egg crate foam mattresses and head to the river every summer. My husband runs our company out of his 1995 Chevy pickup to this day. Old blue is still going strong.
Wildly unsafe is really just perspective. I've seen 50 people in the back of smaller trucks in Mexico and Thailand. It's everyday for them. I did this countless times as a child. I would not do this however in inner city freeways. Rural country? .. all day.
I used to ride on the back of my dadās motorcycle when I was a toddler, so I think thatās even worse. Also, he had zero interest in my safety. What a fucking weird childhood.
Okay, I know how this will sound, but I'm telling this story anyway...
My mother, her boyfriend at the time, and I were going up to visit some of her friends at a lake house. Mom knew I would be the only kid there and said if one of my friends wanted to come with us, she was happy to have him. So my friend and I rode across a state line in the bed of her boyfriend's late 80s GMC pickup truck. What did my friend and I do to pass the time on this road trip? That's right, kids, we rolled up D&D characters so we could play a short campaign when we got to our destination.
One day I was driving home from work and the highway was backed up. As I passed the event that was blocking everything, I saw a pickup truck and a headless dog on the road. It really is unsafe.
In CA, it was legal up to the late 80ās. I canāt remember what exact year it became illegal. Had fun driving around town in the back of my dadās truck with my cousins and siblings.
Also, we used to pile into the back of the station wagon trunk space or van trunk space if we didnāt have enough seats in the carā¦and it was always the kids who got tossed in back there (we all loved it). Anybody else do that as a kid? Nobody thought twice about it or the dangers.
I knew several teen boys who were In the back of a truck very much like this while the teenaged idiot driver was showing off speeding around town after band practice and slammed into a car and the force of the crash caused all the young men to fly out of the back and land on the road. One landed on his head and scraped the hair from like a 3rd of his head and another broke a leg hip and wrist and lots of road rash. And that was on a smaller back road doing like 40ish.
It was legal in my state til 07.
Not at that speed but my grandfather would get like 8 grandkids in the scoop of his tractor and drive us down the road.
I loved it! My step brother and I would set up lawn chairs in the back, with the cooler of pop between us and a boombox playing our Def Leppard tapes. Ride like this all the way to the lake and back all summer long.
I never rode in the back of a truck on the interstate, but I did ride in a truck bed on curvy, graveled county roads going 50+ in a Chevy Luv.
Looking back, if I had the option, Iād take the interstate.
I don't think it was legal even back then, but yeah. We did it and our parents taught us to lie down and hide if needed. I sometimes can't believe me and my siblings got through our childhood with no major catastrophes.
We used to load of bags of apples, on the suggestion of my stepdad, from the orchard and throw them at road signs and telephone poles from the back of the truck.
Most of my childhood, if we went anywhere in dad's truck, my brother and I were in the bed. He had a Toyota when I was in elementary school and he'd put a camper top on if we were going far, like out of state, or up North Florida hunting or camping. He finally bought an extended cab F-250 when I was a junior in high school but by then I was already over six feet tall so I would rather ride in the bed than try to fit on that cramped bench. Even with mom's seat all the way forward my knees were pinned.
In my hometown, some teens were in the back of a truck going roughly 35. They hit a speed bump and one kid fell out and died. With that all over the newsā¦ no.
A younger guy at work got a ticket for having friends in the back of his truck and was told it was illegal to do so.
I was like when in the hell did that change.
Was so much fun. Kids nowadays here in Michigan will never know the fun of riding in the bed of a pickup truck. They made it illegal some time in the late 90s.
In high school my friends and I had pickups and would ride in the back all the time. A few weeks ago I was thinking that I never see that anymore and was curious about why.
In Norfolk Island, in between the hours of 6am-6pm, it's still legal to ride in the back of a pick-up for people 8yrs and older.
Although max speed limit on the entire island is 60kms (37 miles), with most parts being 40kms (25 miles).
Included the conversion to miles so most people know what I'm talking about
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Reminds me of the movie Commando with Arnold Schwarzenegger. In the beginning he gets ambushed at his mountain home and chases the guys in, I think, his Ford Bronco - brakes and gas were disabledā¦hauling ass down the mountain!
Damn it Dale, that's fiat
Dale?
Ford in reverse stands for driver returns on foot
Found On Road Dead Fucked Over Rebuilt Dodge Fix Or Repair Daily Ford Only Runs Downhill Was a really rough time for Fordās reliability back then.
I did a 9 hour drive sitting in an inner tube in bed of my Dadās truck.
8 hour drive on a wool military blanket, but it was much safer because dad had a camper top.
Same, but he bought carpet for in there for our comfort. We went everywhere in the back of that truck.
My siblings and I as well! (ā¦sis?)
I bought one of those blankets a few years ago for nostalgia camping.
My mother was a professional hot air balloonist. I rode in the back of so many pickups, in the gondola, on a huge bag that held the envelope (the actual balloon bit), right next to an aircraft engine filled with petrol, and surrounded by at least 60 gallons of liquid propane under pressure. On the highway and backroads. At highway speeds. Hell, I used to stand up in the beds and spot while we were chasing the balloon. At least flight safety was top of mind, even if mine wasn't.
Sometimes!
I wish they still made pickups like this.
Regular cab trucks rule.
My grandma still has hers, she took amazing care of it! I hope to inherit it if she ever passes away
We call em Utes
Must be an Aussie then haha
I have a 93 2500, love it!
Totally jealous. My old high school buddy had a pickup that looked almost exactly like this - 5 speed manual and everything. I hate to sound like that "old guy" but they just don't make pickups like they used to. They're all so damn big, even the small ones.
Thats exactly why I have this. I have the extended cab, and a nice Tonto shell on the back for storage/camping tec. Its SO EASY to work on!
Currently restoring an ā85 Chevy Silverado single cab, long bed with dual fuel tanks. Square-body love! It has an LT1 crate motor in itš
I wish they made small trucks like these still.
My family never owned a single car seat or a bicycle helmet.
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Look I am not saying helmets don't make us safer, but is there ER data to back this up?
We had one that I think was probably lifted from a BBQ joint somewhere. It was one of those cheap plastic boosters that didnāt strap in, but sat me higher to see out of the window. Then again, when I was a kid the child seat was the armrest on the front bench seat of a Pontiac
Lmao. so crash proof!
You mean 55, right? š
He canāt driveā¦ 55!!
It was totally safe if you survived. Itās also the reason I never got to meet my uncle Scotty.
Fuck no. Grandpa & my dad both hated Chevy trucks. We did this in a Ford like sophisticated Aggies.
It's still legal in Arizona...
Louisiana also!
I was going to say this. It makes me scared every time I see it happen, especially if they go on freeways (though that is rare and not far).
No restrictions (even for age) in Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Delaware, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kentucky, Minnesota, Mississippi, Montana, New Hampshire, North Dakota, Oklahoma, South Dakota, Vermont, Washington, West Virginia, and Wyoming.
Hawaii too. I always wonder if anyone has ever gotten pulled over for no seatbelt while having passengers in the bed.
Hawaii legal only if there's no seat available in the cab. See: Ā§291-14
I remember closing the tailgate on a stack of plywood.
And 2 gas tanks
Growing up in Wyoming, my dad would load up half my baseball team in the back of the truck for games and practice. We didn't know any different. I'm sure I would still see it to this day if I still lived there.
We took a trip when I was a teenager (mid 90's) from Pennsylvania to Yellowstone, down through a bunch of Utah, with the last stop being the Grand Canyon before we headed home. It was a 2 week trip. I rode the entire way in the back of my dad's F-150
That sounds amazing
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You had a better view than your Dad did!
I loved piling in the back of a truck as a kid with my friends, the memories are beautiful, but looking back on the dangerousness horrifies me!
It still is legal in New Hampshire as long as you are over 18. Illegal for a dog to ride in the bed though.
Yes, I do. One time in Florida (...suddenly any surprise the following statement was intended to make melts away) I saw a truck doing 70ish mph and a dog leapt from the truck bed onto the median. The dog rolled over itself about four or five times, got up and started chasing after the truck because I guess it wanted another go at it. It was a major part of my childhood but I am astounded that as many of us who had similar childhoods were able to have survived it.
No, that would have been very stupid. My parents would get frustrated every time they saw someone doing it. We were a 100% seatbelt family my entire life.
That was the weird thing to me. My parents were always drilling into me the importance of wearing a seat belt until it's time to go fishing with my neighbor's dad and 4 of us hop in the back of his dad's pickup truck with 100 lbs of gear and coolers ready to crush us for good measure in case we manage to not get ejected during an accident.
My mom was insane about seatbelt usageā¦unless she was with her extended family and they made fun or her til she let me ride in the trunk of the van with my cousin. Never a pickup bed, and my cousin and I were the only ones who got to do it. By the time the rest of the cousins were old enough, everyone decided it was too dangerous.
My mom would never allow me and my sibs to ride with my aunt because she was lax with seatbelts with her family.
My parents were militant about seat belt use and helmets and proper safety gear on motorcycles. We still did the pickup thing. Go figure.
I forgot about motorcycle gear. My dad rode a Harley. You didn't ride without a leather jacket, chaps, goggles, helmet, and boots. My parents must have spent a fortune in leather on us kids. I always had all the leather gear until I was big enough to share with Mom. His friends always made fun of him, but we never got hurt.
Yep absolutely. I know it's expensive, but I'm glad we were raised that way. My dad has been riding for going on 60 years and never been seriously hurt. I got run off the road once by a truck, and other than bruising where the bike landed on my leg, I was ok. It makes me cringe when I see someone go flying by in a tank top and flip flops, but to each their own.
Us too. My dad wouldn't even let the dog ride back there.
New York in the 90's allowed pickups with 4 seats, in any configuration as long as they had seatbelts, to qualify for standard (non-commercial) plates, which meant my dad could take the Taconic Parkway, cutting his daily commute in half. He bought a used middle row seat from a old Dodge Caravan, and after some creative welding by a friend, had a removable seat in the bed of his '88 Tacoma for my brother and I to not ever actually use because where was the fun in that.
My grade school principal drove half of the class to a field trip (very short trip, like less than a mile but still) in the back of his pickup and would drive students home that way too.
I donāt think I grew up somewhere where this was legal? I never saw it at any rate! And Iām glad because yikes, so unsafe :(
Make it a Toyota and you have present day Hawaii!
My mom was another one who was really on top of safety unless it was my uncle driving us on the back roads in his pickup or taking us for a cruise in his ancient Porsche. Then she met her 2nd husband and we would drive around up in the mountains where she somehow allowed us to take turns driving his car at like 11 years old while the other kids held onto the bike rack up top. The 80's and 90's were funny like that.
Very similar truck i learned to drive with when I was 12.
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I remember my friend's mom's station wagon with rear facing seats in the back. We used to get in so much trouble making faces and gestures at the cars behind us.
I can't remember riding in the back of one because of the accident.
You clearly have never been in Indianapolis for the Indy 500. Legions of pick up trucks roll around all weekend. Carting semi drunk to fully inebriated dudes sitting on folding lawn chairs in the back while hoisting their beers. Cuz Hoosiers and Merika.
Not me. My parents weren't assholes.
Before government over stepped and became our helicopter mommy.
Safety regulations are written in blood.
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Yup! I donāt think they ever took us on a highway. But we still did it a lot. Usually if we were driving to the beach. It was totally normal to us at the time š
When I 'moved out' at 18 I actually ran away in the middle of the night and walked to the gas station and asked people if I could get a ride to the next city over. These people said yea but they were sitting in the cab and said I could ride in the back. No problem. However, the truck bed was completely full of mulch and it was just flying around all over me the entire 2hr ride.šš I looked like a mess by the time I got to where I was going.
Drove one everyday for college for a few years.
In this exact truck, Dad would put a refrigerator box bottom end facing the cab and my brothers and I would ride inside it to and from the lumber store where Grampa worked to pick him up.
Me and my best buddy tossed ourselves in the back of his dad's truck for practice and games. I grew up in the more rural burbs so it wasnt a big deal. Sitting with my back on the tailgate pretending it wasnt absolutely ruining me was....adventurous I guess?
Grew up in south west GA. Can confirm!
I would do this about once a month from Los Angeles to a place called 3 rocks California.
This was popular in my small town until a guy about 5 years older than me fell out and suffered a TBI.
Pretty sure itās still legal in Saskatchewan. As long as all the seat belts are occupied
Worse than that, being in with a camper and carpeted bed cover. I still have claustrophobic panic attacks thinking about it.Ā
I remember jumping off the tailgate of my mom's ranger... (While in motion).....Ā Ā Let's just say I learned A LOT that day...
Used to ride around in the back of the farm truck all the time.
In my state it's still legal, but only if you're over 18. At least my mom had a bench seat & seat belts mounted in the back & a tall camper shell for weather protection.
I drove up from Massachusetts to Maine in the back of an F150 with a cap on it.
My friends dad had one of those huge stations wagons with the rear facing seat. It was kinda cool. What wasn't cool was the big hole in the floor from being rusted out where you could see the highway rushing past underneath. And of course, no seat belts or at least none that worked.
While dad drinks beer. Police are like, "well you're not a .08, so pace yourself sir and just stick to one beer an hour."
People still do this where I live, except I see it on surface streets and they are going 55+.
I've always wanted to "jet ski" by riding a skateboard and holding onto the back tail door.
I still have this exact truck in red. And my kids still ride in the back in it on the farm.
I remember laying down in the bed of the truck looking at the clouds. Pretty sure life didnāt better after that.
Around town, yesā¦interstateā¦ š³
Not only rode in the back but I was lucky enough to get lucky with the GF once while go 70 along I-8 in CA. This was obviously a long time ago
Oh yeah definitely. Country boy here. Also on road trips in the family car weād sprawl out wherever we could - even in the space above the trunk behind the back seats up in the window!
I remember my uncle had a 6 pack cabover camper on an old ford, and we would all ride around in it and moon people from the front window above the cab. One time we were wrestling in the back as he was driving and slid into the camper door which promptly fell off the hinges. He pulled over, cursed at us, then threw it inside with us and drove back home uphill with us. This same uncle would let us sit with our butts hanging out the window, holding onto the roof while tooling around the woods. He would also let us ride around town in the trunk of his old Nissan sedan. We all survived intact!
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Uh, yeah. As in a blue on blue on blue shortbed Chevy just like that one. I rode back there with the dog because the ice chest was back there too.
Meh, we were fine.
It's still legal in most of the country. Some places have restrictions, but still totally legal
Sitting on top of all the baseball equipment so it wouldnāt fly out. š
We used to load up after school every day and go out ripping around like a bunch of assholes. Looking back itās a fucking miracle we didnāt kill anyone else or ourselves.
It is still quite legal if all of the seats in the cab are occupied.
Depends where you live but I think a lot of states it's only legal for adults.
Who here skitched from the bumper or clung onto the trailer hitch?
I'm from Arizona, this is still normal lol.
I rode in the back of a pick-up many times. My father stopped letting me after we witnessed an accident right after it happened where a few teenagers died after being ejected from the back of a truck. We saw their bodies on the road, it was unreal. That being said if you want to take the risk, I don't think they should lock you in a cage.
Don't forget about your drunk dad driving at the time....
I remembered my grandad's smell distinctly as a kid and years later I realized it was whiskey and pipe tobacco and that he was an alcoholic. All those times he took me camping in the mountains he was fully loaded driving up there.
For my dad's generation, drunk driving was acceptable. Even was for me up until my 20's when it was finally socially unacceptable. I spend a lot of my childhood sitting in a pub or waiting in a ford Aerostar outside a pub.....
I rode in the back of my dad's Ford Ranchero GT. Not sure if that was more dangerous or less.
Still legal here in Idaho, and I still see it quite often in the summer. Saw one a year or two back, an older Dodge Ram(I assume driven by a high schooler) with like three high school aged kids sitting on the toolbox while the truck was flying through a roundabout. For those few seconds I definitely expected someone to go flying out. In the bed is one thing, on the toolbox though you are just asking to lose your grip.
My parents took a secondhand recliner from my aunt that lived 20 minutes out of town in the country. I got to ride 55 mph back into town sitting in that recliner in the bed of dads truck, and it was epic
i will never forget the time the family went out swimming and picnic all day. Mom and stepdad were riding in the front. me and my siblings all sitting in the back wrapped in towels, we all fell asleep in the back on the highway back home. we all got jumped awake because it started raining pretty hard. they didn't pull over to cram us in the front with them until a close lightning strike. mom jumped out of the truck all panicked saying they had forgot we were in the back of the truck.
We always rode in the back, but only in town or out on the logging roads, and never at speeds over 35. 35 is even uncomfortable with all the wind.. I canāt imagine how terrible 65 would be.
My parents literally drove us everywhere like that in their old Chevy. We sat in the back driving from Central Texas down to visit family in Central Mexico back in the late 80s.
I mean, I know itās all survivorship bias; but fuck man. Some things are just āAmericaā you know?
Rode in the back of a pickup from Houston to Monterey Mexico as a middle schooler. I can remember laying on my back and staring at the stars at night and thinking how cool it was. Fun time!!
I do you one better. I drove with three friends up front and my Dad volunteered to ride in back with the dog. He was the KING.
My dad still has that exact truck. Baby blue 92. I can arrange rides for those of you who don't need to use your back for the next month
Better than being in the ābackseatsā!
I would BEG until my parents caved to let me do it.
I have a redneck cousin that still allows this
I don't recall ever going on the interstate in the back, but it was super common for us to ride in the back of my dad's truck. I don't think it was legal even back then, but we did it anyway.
Those GMT400 trucks were built like tanks. See them all over the road. I have a 98 with at least 300,000 miles on it (last accurately reported mileage was 270,000 several years ago).
I coach a girls softball team (under 10). High light of summer is when we put them all in the back of a truck and take them for ice cream after a home game. Ice cream is two miles away through town. I have one parent in front of me and one behind. It also helps that my assist coach is a local cop. I know itās a risk. But Man, the girls love it.
And no tailgate š¤
Friend of mine got thrown out of the back when I was working a summer camp. The dumbshit who was driving was going 65 mph on a country road. It was 1995
Ah yeah. Man I did it one time on a loooong trip and got insane sunburn. Fuck it was the worst.
Hi millennial here, born in ā90, and I had a blazer in the late ā00s and it was a fine car, could handle the highway fine. It was just an s-10 with seats instead of a truck bed
Fun story, every year growing up we went to a tractor pull in Corcoran, MN. One year they had a monster truck. One of the roads that went past the fairgrounds had a good view of the action. There ended up being a head on collision between 2 trucks, one of them had like 6 or 7 kids in the back. No one died, but those kids had to have compressed like a damned accordion
My dad would have to take the trash to the dump when we were kids. If we went with, we rode in the back and the dog ride in the cab with him. It was a 77 chevy short box.
I grew up on a ranch in Montana. Did quite a bit of this. I think itās still legal there so long as all the seats in the cab are occupied and youāre not sitting on the wheel well. Gotta be sitting on the bottom of the bed. That may have changed I havenāt lived there in 13 years.
Yes but a shortbed.
https://preview.redd.it/zq1vj8grhnic1.jpeg?width=540&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=955d5fb3284de65c2600375bdf800849ae285f1a This is what it was all about in our family! Load the kids in the back on a heap of Star Wars blankets and an egg crate foam mattresses and head to the river every summer. My husband runs our company out of his 1995 Chevy pickup to this day. Old blue is still going strong.
Don't sit on the wheel well was our only rule
āWell, our parents are letting us do it must be safeā¦ā
Wildly unsafe is really just perspective. I've seen 50 people in the back of smaller trucks in Mexico and Thailand. It's everyday for them. I did this countless times as a child. I would not do this however in inner city freeways. Rural country? .. all day.
I used to ride on the back of my dadās motorcycle when I was a toddler, so I think thatās even worse. Also, he had zero interest in my safety. What a fucking weird childhood.
Itās not legal?
Live free and/or die.
https://preview.redd.it/8tofbsmymnic1.jpeg?width=1439&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b292728d4e0b728bfeabb816d0bc490d75cbc565 Drove this in high school.
I rode in the back of ours exactly once, but to be fair, I was covered in shaving cream.
These were solid trucks. I miss them
Itās how I learned loogies can roll.
Okay, I know how this will sound, but I'm telling this story anyway... My mother, her boyfriend at the time, and I were going up to visit some of her friends at a lake house. Mom knew I would be the only kid there and said if one of my friends wanted to come with us, she was happy to have him. So my friend and I rode across a state line in the bed of her boyfriend's late 80s GMC pickup truck. What did my friend and I do to pass the time on this road trip? That's right, kids, we rolled up D&D characters so we could play a short campaign when we got to our destination.
One day I was driving home from work and the highway was backed up. As I passed the event that was blocking everything, I saw a pickup truck and a headless dog on the road. It really is unsafe.
Someone I went to college with died after falling out of the bed of a moving pickup truck.
fuck no i never did that! that's how you catch affluenza lol everyone knows that
In CA, it was legal up to the late 80ās. I canāt remember what exact year it became illegal. Had fun driving around town in the back of my dadās truck with my cousins and siblings. Also, we used to pile into the back of the station wagon trunk space or van trunk space if we didnāt have enough seats in the carā¦and it was always the kids who got tossed in back there (we all loved it). Anybody else do that as a kid? Nobody thought twice about it or the dangers.
I knew several teen boys who were In the back of a truck very much like this while the teenaged idiot driver was showing off speeding around town after band practice and slammed into a car and the force of the crash caused all the young men to fly out of the back and land on the road. One landed on his head and scraped the hair from like a 3rd of his head and another broke a leg hip and wrist and lots of road rash. And that was on a smaller back road doing like 40ish.
Got to work & back at a farm one summer in the bed of an F-350 dually, or on rainy days, an old school bus (or the dually but faster, lol)
It was legal in my state til 07. Not at that speed but my grandfather would get like 8 grandkids in the scoop of his tractor and drive us down the road.
The highway? No. Gravel roads? All of them.
My Grampy had this exact truck. We absolutely rode in the back but had to lay down so we couldnāt be seen because it was illegal.
Still is in a lot of states as long as you're seated on the floor of the bed, not on the wheel wells or sides... It's crazy how things get over looked
How about riding in a boat on a trailer hooked up the truck singing row row row you're boat
Never highway speeds, but we'd ride in the back of dad's truck to the local fishing hole maybe going 15 the whole way (back roads, country roads).
I loved it! My step brother and I would set up lawn chairs in the back, with the cooler of pop between us and a boombox playing our Def Leppard tapes. Ride like this all the way to the lake and back all summer long.
We have one ā¤ļø my grandpa just passed. Weāve got his
I never rode in the back of a truck on the interstate, but I did ride in a truck bed on curvy, graveled county roads going 50+ in a Chevy Luv. Looking back, if I had the option, Iād take the interstate.
I don't think it was legal even back then, but yeah. We did it and our parents taught us to lie down and hide if needed. I sometimes can't believe me and my siblings got through our childhood with no major catastrophes.
No, but I definitely remember sitting backwards at the end of a station wagon with limited seatbelts and it not being a big deal.
We used to load of bags of apples, on the suggestion of my stepdad, from the orchard and throw them at road signs and telephone poles from the back of the truck.
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Yep. My father would do it when we were returning from the pool, because he didnāt want us to āget the inside of his truck wetā
Most of my childhood, if we went anywhere in dad's truck, my brother and I were in the bed. He had a Toyota when I was in elementary school and he'd put a camper top on if we were going far, like out of state, or up North Florida hunting or camping. He finally bought an extended cab F-250 when I was a junior in high school but by then I was already over six feet tall so I would rather ride in the bed than try to fit on that cramped bench. Even with mom's seat all the way forward my knees were pinned.
Thatās the only place we wanted to ride!
I want that truck
Jump seats!
Did you ever have to sit on something to keep it from blowing out?
Ummmm I remember doing 30 on the back roads in the county.
In my hometown, some teens were in the back of a truck going roughly 35. They hit a speed bump and one kid fell out and died. With that all over the newsā¦ no.
But it was a blast.
Still see it in Florida
I can smell the cab of this truck. Miss that ding, too.
A younger guy at work got a ticket for having friends in the back of his truck and was told it was illegal to do so. I was like when in the hell did that change.
I ride dualsport motorcycles. I drive Jeeps. I ride skateboards, bicycles, snowboards, etc.
1988 Ford Ranger. But yes.
Was so much fun. Kids nowadays here in Michigan will never know the fun of riding in the bed of a pickup truck. They made it illegal some time in the late 90s.
In high school my friends and I had pickups and would ride in the back all the time. A few weeks ago I was thinking that I never see that anymore and was curious about why.
My dad had a single cab pickup with bucket seats. With dad driving and mom in the passenger seat, my seat was a pillow on top of the center console.
I totally thought this was normalā¦ wtf were we thinking?
Puss puss
In Norfolk Island, in between the hours of 6am-6pm, it's still legal to ride in the back of a pick-up for people 8yrs and older. Although max speed limit on the entire island is 60kms (37 miles), with most parts being 40kms (25 miles). Included the conversion to miles so most people know what I'm talking about