My earliest memory was our Sunday drives in my dads 47 Desoto. I was probably 5 or 6. Dad would stop and get a quart of beer, and a pack of gum (Dentyne) for my brother and I. We would stand behind the front seat and hang onto that rope across the back of the seat. And off we'd go, driving around the country side, with mom holding the baby in the front seat.
About 20+ years ago, they developed the land where the Desoto was setting in a grove of trees with some other cars. I drove out there and looked for something the salvage. I took that rope off the back of the seat, and the grill guard. Earlier this year, I mounted it on a piece of wood, and hung it in my "man cave". I'm thinking about incorporating that grill guard into some sort of magazine rack.
My most recent experience, I drove my 41 Plymouth business coupe 11 miles over to my shop in a neighboring town.