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I remember my folks driving us up to scotland in a mushy-pea green astra. About 16 hours over two days, No seatbelts, four kids in the back, rammed with stuff and must have maxed out at about 50mph. Pile a few sleeping bags in the footwell and have a sleep when needed. Simpler times, better times in many ways. Apart from if we'd crashed, in which case every one of us kids would have been killed or at best badly maimed. Good times though.
Tonts
Right, so speaking as a 36yr old with no kids can someone please explain something to me:
Back when I was a kid my parents managed perfectly well getting me, my brother and a bouncy Labrador away for family holidays up and down the country in a Rover Metro. Yes it was a little snug on an 8hr drive to Cornwall but no bother. Aside from the occasional posho with a Volvo estate this was the norm growing up in rural Oxfordshire in the 90s.
At what point did all the breeders decide it’s impossible to have kids and travel more than 300yrds without buying a fucking minibus. Seems so utterly unnecessary.