Yeah, cars went a lot slower back then and the only reason we all survived was probably because we didn't crash.
You hit the nail right on the head there.
I slept in the "way back", I sneakily undid my lap belt in the bucket seats of our Pinto station wagon (not the exploding coupe kind) while mom drove us home from San Francisco, my dad once put me on his lap and let me steer his Ford pickup in traffic.
I survived.
Because we didn't have a crash.
If we'd had one, this wouldn't be written.
My husband was held on his mom's lap while driving cross country.
He survived.
Because they didn't have a crash.
Florida is just the weirdest state because they overprotect some citizens (you should see their licensing laws for various healthcare providers) and underprotect everyone else (small children, for one).
My guy is tall, and only fit into the seatbelt of our car (without risk of decapitation if he hit the seatbelt hard) at 9ish. he still didn't fit into ALL seatbelts, so we brought the bubblebum booster with us when cars were being rented, depending on how he fit.
The idea of 5 year olds fitting into seatbelts properly (when I barely do at under average height for an American female) would be laughable if it weren't so scary.