Riding In The Luggage Rack

We had an old, metal mesh luggage rack strapped to the top of our old, blue Chevy BelAir station wagon. One day, my dad let my brother and I sit in the luggage rack on top of the car, told us to hold on, then drove around a remote bluff with us. It was better than any amusement park ride, and I'll never forget it for as long as I live.

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