When I was 16 and just starting to drive, my father, an observant man, saw that the seat belt on the driver’s side of our 1964 Rambler station wagon looked as if it had been sat on. This was before seat belts were automatically wound up on reels.Anyway, that triggered a lecture on the importance of wearing the seat belt, and a threat (not idle in the least) that if he ever caught me going without it I would lose my driving privileges. He did me a great favor. From then on I vowed that I would always buckle the
