How about hand-crank ice cream? Bake your own bread? Castrate pigs? Plant a victory garden? Milk a cow by hand? Run a cream separator? Churn butter? Did all of the above by age 8, growing up out West back when some of our favorite trolls were getting hippy-dippy-happy in SanFran...

Yes, we had no Crossfires. But when I could break away from chores or school, I could count on seeing almost all the important cars of the era on our local roads. My school principal had a blue 67 Camaro with a vinyl top, while some mystery guy from town was always haulin' tail in his Plymouth Superbird.

The car dealers in town would eventually sell everything from DeTomaso Panteras to the CItroen SM. Heck, even one of the local grocers would host an annual "bubble car" show in the aisles of his supermarket.

Not to mention occasional trips to Monterey to see Jaguar XKEs, Ferrari Dinos, etc