Dew Drop Inn

Road trips used to look completely different.

There were no five-point safety harnesses or padded booster seats.

There was just the massive rear window ledge of a Plymouth Fury.

That flat, sun-baked space was the ultimate childhood VIP lounge.

You could lay back there with a comic book and a warm pillow.

You had a front-row seat to the open highway stretching out behind you.

Kids cruised at seventy-five miles per hour with zero structural protection.

A sudden brake meant becoming a flying human projectile.

But nobody cared about the laws of physics back then.

You were just soaking up the afternoon sun through that un-tinted glass.

Modern safety standards would definitely classify this as sheer madness.

But back then, it was just the absolute best seat in the house.