The seats in old classic cars where only one chair stretches out across from the drivers seat to the front passenger seat. What do you call them and are we still allowed to use them or are they violating some safety issue?

I really don’t know and I would like one in my car.

the story here is that i was in the passenger seat of my friend’s car while she was driving to her hometown. it was the middle of the day and this stupid girl in another car decided to try to make a left turn as we were coming straight at her. my friend couldn’t get her car to stop on time so we ended up hitting her and it was a pretty bad accident. we had to go to the hospital and get checked out. so a few months after that i got a letter in the mail asking for a payment of 0.00 for the ambulance truck that showed up first to check us out. i decided just to go ahead and pay for it (mostly because the emt was my friend’s cousin…we were in a small town). and as far as my friend and her family knew the other girl’s, who was at fault of the accident, insurance was supposed to cover everything else like our hospital bills. so now i’m getting a letter from an actual debt collector saying i need to pay over 0 for the hospital visit or it’s going to screw up my credit. but it sucks because that other girl’s insurance was supposed to take care of all of that. so i’m being told by a lot of people just not to pay it. but will it really mess up my credit that badly? i know nothing about that sort of thing, but i do know that you need to have some sort of credit to get an apartment (which is something i’m trying to do with my boyfriend soon) and dont want this whole hospital thing to seriously hurt my credit bad enough to wear it could ruin that plan. please someone explain to me what could happen if i dont pay that 0 and if it will really hurt my credit as bad as they’re saying it will

In my ventures on craigslist I was asked today if I would consider trading my vehicle (which I am hoping to get around 00 for) for a 1978 Pontiac Trans Am. It has the 400 engine with a 350 turbo transmission. I’ve been trying to figure out about what it’s worth but I’m finding a range from 00-25000 on these cars just based on whether its project condition or show quality. NADA guide lists low-quality retail at 9,750 but I don’t really know what to base it off of. Can anyone help me out?

Here’s what he said it needs done: "The interior is in good condition,it does need a new headliner ,new passenger seatbelt it has one littlte rip in the passenger seat at the seam.The passanger side tail pipe got knocked off thanks to my EX Wife.Runs and drives great.I just had new valve cover gaskets put on last weekend,and a new oil assending unit."

Anyone got any idea? Also, even if it is valued at a good price, how tough would something like this be to sell? I don’t know what the market is like for 70s classic cars these days.

Are the driver’s and passenger seat in a 1994 Saturn SL2 interchangeable? My driver’s seat is torn to shreds, witht the metal frame no longer covered by the padding, but my passenger seat is still in really good condition. I doubt I will ever need to carry passengers, as this is my backup car for when weather is bad, so I don’t want to buy a complete new seat for a car I might only use maybe only 20 times a year.

I’m working on my book. Here’s an excerpt:

CHAPTER 1___________________________________________

“Hey Overdrive,” I sigh to my BioPC as I walk into the room, taking my jacket off. “Hello. There is no more sourdough bread in the pantry. I ate it all,” he says as he flew around my head. “Overdrive,” I continue, barely noticing his greeting, “would you miss me if I died?” Overdrive stops flying. “Maybe I will,” he smiles slyly as he answers. “Overdrive…” I say to him in a warning tone. “Ok. I will. You are the most considerate owner a BioPC can ever ask for.”
“Thanks.”
“You are welcome. But, why did you ask?”
“I’m just tired of my life, is all.”
“Would you like to go out?”
“Sure.”
I grab my jacket, put it on, and hold the door open for Overdrive. We get in my car and go. After a 1-hour ride, we step off the car and into my favorite bar. I order a drink and sit down on a table in the far corner. I see a girl who looked about my age and height. She looked lost. I walk up to her. “Uh, miss do you need help?” I ask her. “Yes. I am just too shy to ask anyone,” she answers, “Do you know where the Hazleton apartments are?” I live in the Hazleton apartments. I tell her where the apartments are and ask her if she needed a ride. “No thank you. I have a ride already,” she answers.
She runs out into the chilly winter night. I finish my drink and walk out of the bar and get in my car. Overdrive starts going into sleep mode in the passenger seat. After a few minutes, I see the girl shivering on the sidewalk, crying. I stop the car and run to her. “What’s wrong?” I ask her. “I-I g-got mugged. Th-they t-took my p-purse and j-jacket.” she answered, hypothermia kicking in. She suddenly fainted. I take off my jacket and wrap her in it. I carry her shivering body into my car’s backseat and turn the heater back on. I breathe a sigh of relief as the color in her cheeks start coming back.
“Wh-where am I?” she asks me as she sits back up. “Oh! Good! You’re in my car! You fainted on the sidewalk. So I helped you,” I answered.
“Oh snap. Sorry for all the trouble.”
“No trouble at all.”
“Still, I am sorry.”
“For what?”
“Lying to you. I did not have a ride.”
“Well, it could have saved us a lot of trouble, y’know, if you just went with me.”

Please tell me how you like it.
Thanks, Emilgirl, for being honest. All of y’alls who’re watchin’, follow his/her example.

Back seat?
back floor?
suv cargo area next to the rear hatch?
back of the pickup truck?
front passenger seat?
front passenger floorboard?
on your lap?
on your shoulder?
in a dogseat (like a baby carseat)?
or in a pet taxi (crate)?

i think i covered all reasonable possibilities

So me and my wife have a 2 years old Min Pin we adopted from an rescued animal shelter. We have had her for over a year, and it’s been hard training but things are working out.

The one problem I’m stumped in fixing is when we drive anywhere and take our dog with us (she has separation anxeity from an abusive last owner locking her in a closet for 8 to 12 hours a day), she whines through out the trip.

To remedy this I tried the following.

1) I thought maybe she was uncomfortable in the back seat cab of the truck. So I built a custom car crate for my dog to be secure and comfy. Basically I extended the center arm rest. Lined the outside with factor Carpet, the inside is memory foam covered in velvet, leather head rest, blanket and leather trim. It’s basically a elevated box that the dog fits into and can see the road too.

Didn’t whine at first couple of weeks, then she started whining again.

2) Thought maybe the Muffler was too load, so I swapped out my Flowmaster 50 series with a ultra silent muffler and sound proofed the interor.

STILL FREAKING WHINES.

3) Thought maybe she just wants attention. I lean my seat back the entire 45 minute drive (when I’m in the passenger seat and play with the dog.

STILL WHINES!!!

Now I’m Ticked! I have had other dogs in my truck with no problem and I’m at a loss to figure out what her problem is. I trying telling her "NO!" when she starts to whine. That doesn’t do crap. I have tried treats. No go!

If you are wondering why don’t I leave her at home. It’s mostly her separation anxeity. I have worked her up to 4 hours before she freaks out. I have webcams setup at home to monitor when I’m away and check up on her.

The only time we travel is stay with the in laws or go the store and it will be longer than 4 hours.

She has peed and pooped before going on any trip, and get a treat at the end of the trip just to make it seem like trips aren’t a bad thing.

I’m just frustrated..Any thoughts?
NO EAR PLUGS..though I have put in a powerful speaker system (and I feel guilty about this) do crank up the music lately to drown out the whining. But I don’t want to rely on that.

My Min Pin is generally a very laid back and quiet dog, except around strangers where she goes ballsitic. That’s why I’m confused. Everything is familiar and its really out of her character.
Funny thing is when I tell my dog "TRUCK" she is all fired up and happy…then after 10 minutes of driving. the Whining starts.
I have tried ignoring her for the entire trip and saying "bad girl" when she starts to whine" Does nothing to solve it.

For me, driving in my truck and listening to music is a very relaxing activity for me, and with the dog in the truck, it’s like scratching on a chalkboard. It’s a soft whine, and when the music goes soft..you can hear her.
WAIT..WHATS THIS TRAVEL DROPS you guys keep mentioning? I’ll buy a case load at this point!

Hi there. Okay, so I’m Gabbie, I’m 17, and I’ve been dating my boyfriend for a little over a month. We’ve liked each other for over a year, but just started dating. For the past two weeks, I’ve had a reoccurring dream with him. There are two versions that I have, the first version of the dream goes like this:

I’m in the passenger seat of someone’s car in which the driver is not revealed. I’m going down the express way, and suddenly, the car swerves, and we hit the barrier passenger side first. I fly through the windshield, and lay on the side of the expressway bruised and bloodied up. From that scene, it skips to my boyfriend, Mark, driving in his truck somewhere on a busy road. He receives a phone call from an unrevealed friend of mine, and suddenly swerves his truck into ongoing traffic, dodges multiple cars, and then speeds to the hospital. He runs into the emergency room to find my body lay on a bed, blood pouring out of my head, covered in scratches, unconscious. From there, it skips to the doctor coming in about 4 hours later, his hand in mine, and the doctor telling my family that there is a chance of survival, but it’s slim. I’m awake, but I can’t open my eyes, I can’t move, or respond. Doctors have no way to know I’m conscious. I hear Mark crying and squeezing my hand. From there, I wake up, normally drenched in sweat with stomach pains and tears in my eyes.

This dream won’t go away. It happens all the time. The weird thing is, it’s not always a car accident. In one I get shot, one I have cancer. Multiple different injuries/diseases but all with the same situation. When I’m awake, I’ll have mental visions of all parts of the dreams. It’s always in my head.

Does anyone know what this means? It’s freaking me out, and if you can help, please do!
Well, I have bipolar, but I’ve been on medication for years. As for being psychic, I hope not.
Silena – Thank you. I have actually been, like I previously stated, on medication which covers anxiety. The problem is, I’m not usually anxious or fearing any other time of the day but when I’m asleep, and it’s always the same dream.

I have removed the cover under the glove box and am planning to remove the passenger seat, but need to buy a torque wrench. I’m 61 and female, but determined to do this myself. My AC only works on 5.
I called the auto store and was told I would need a torque wrench to remove the seat. He will check to see what size I need so I don’t have to buy a set.

it’s just the first chapter. lemme know what you think, and if i should make some changes or anything.

“Hurry up Kat, we’re already late enough!” my brother Derek called from the door.
“I’m coming, i’m coming!” I shouted. I took one last look at myself in the mirror. It was the first day of school, and I had been worrying about what I should wear. I ended up wearing my most expensive black skinny jeans and my favorite blue flannel shirt. I threw on a ton of bracelets and straightened my hair till it was pin straight, too. I had the least bit makeup on, some lip-gloss and mascara, and hoped that i looked casual. Didn’t want to look like most of the other girls, who dressed up like princesses. But at the same time, I didn’t want to look like I put no effort in what I wore for the beginning of a new year.
“Katherine!!” Derek shouted again.
“Calm down, I’m here,” I said, running down the stairs. I followed my brother to his car, and got in to the passenger seat. I looked to the backseat to see my little brother, Matt, who was wearing his soccer shirt a pair of his faded jeans.
Derek is my older brother. He’s seventeen, in his senior year, and has the hottest girlfriend in our entire high school.Wearing jeans and a Hollister t-shirt, he looked effortlessly perfect. After Derek, there’s me, fifteen and in my sophomore year. And last but obviously not least, my little bro Matt. Matt is fourteen and is starting his first year at our high school. You’d think he’s a nervous wreck, but if anything, he looks totally calm.
My siblings and I have al lot in common. We’ve all got that blonde hair with a little bit of brown in it. Although we all have different hair styles. My hair is goes almost half way down my waist, and i have that side-bang that covers part of one of my eyes. Matt’s hair is short and messy, and so is Derek’s, but he slimes is hair with gel. We’re all really tan, and all three of us have those piercing blue eyes.
You probably think we’re perfect huh? Well, it’s not always so fun to be picture perfect. Ever think of it that way?
Anyway, so my brother drove us all to school in his beaten up jeep. When we got out, Derek patted Matt on the back.
“Good luck, dude. You too, KitKat.”
I HATE it when he calls me that.
“You too bro,” Matt replied. The three of us then drifted off in our own directions, looking for someone to talk to. As my brothers slowly disappeared into the crowd of kids, I was still looking around for a familiar face. Looking as lost as ever, I walked around the crowds of excited boys and girls.
Suddenly someone grabbed my shoulders. I jumped, and when I turned around, I was greeted by Alexa Robbins.
“Kitty!! Oh. My. Gosh. You… look amazing! I missed you girl, we haven’t had too much time to chill during the summer huh? Aren’t you excited?!” She grabbed my shoulders again and jumped up and down. “This year is going to be sooo great. I can just tell!”
“Chill out, Lexi, would you?” said Stephan Castro, walking over towards us. “Katherine Ryan,” he said, as if noticing me for the first time, “long time no see, girl.” He pulled me into a hug.
“Good to see you too, Steph” I said, smiling.
“What’s up man!!” shouted some guy, tossing his football to Stephan. Then he ran up to him, and grabbed it back. He started goofing off and talking to Stephan, until he noticed me and Alexa. Then he turned all smooth.
“Hello ladies,” he said, looking mainly at me, “The names Sean.”
“Hi!!” Alexa started, “I’m Alexa Robbins, and this is my friend Katherine! Haven’t seen you around, are you new? Or maybe your just from another grade or something. It’s really really nice to meet you!” she said, grabbing his hand and shaking it like crazy.
“Sorry about her-,” Stephan said.
“She gets a little hyper sometimes,” I finished for him.
“A little? More like a LOT” said a girl walking up to us. When I looked at her more closely, I noticed it was Jennifer, a good friend of mine. “Hey guys,” she said, nodding to me, Alexa and Stephan. Of course, Alexa got all hyper all over again and started hugging her like crazy. The five of us started talking when we were interrupted by some more people.
“Hello kitty!” said one of my best friends, Mary, approaching me.
“Hey, hot stuff,” some flirty girls came up to talk to Sean
“HEYYY! LONG TIME NO SEE!” said some other people, crowding around.
Before I knew it, I was stuck a crowd of friends. Everyone was all excited to see old friends, and were wearing the newest cloths, shoes, backpacks, etc. After a couple minutes of talking and saying hi to all my old friends, the bell rang, and school began.