My boyfriend was the first in his immigrant family to go to college in 1980, so his proud Dzedo (grandfather) bought him a used 1974 Dodge Dart. Although it's called a compact, he could transport up to 11 of us in that thing, sometimes packed in like that all the way to Ohio for a punk-rock concert. The greatest thing about the car was the bench seats. Before we became smarter about seatbelt usage, he could drive cozily with his arm around my shoulder; a friend dubbed us "the two-headed driver". It was khaki green.
