When I was young, my mom drove a 1969 chevy Impala. It was white, and so rusted apart that there was a literal HOLE in the floor of the back seat. I'm not kiding, we could throw trash down onto the road through it. A) we were kids!!! Watching trash disappear through that hole was WAAAAAY more exciting than caring about the environment and B) Holy cow, how things have changed... no car seats, and a giant rusted hole? My mom didn't even bat an eyelid.