Roy's family had a long, green pony-yak stationwagon with three rows of seats.  It held eight kids and four hound dogs . . . oops no that's John Denver.  It held nine people comfortably, three in each expansive, sofa-like row of bench seats.  More if it was kids.  As the youngest and the smallest (two of his older brothers were high school basketball stars), Roy always rode in the "way back." Some might complain about that, facing the back bumper and watching where you've been rather than where you're going can sometimes be disconcerting, but he loved it, mainly because anytime there was enough traveling disharmony to require Jewel (his Mom) to to reach back to swat someone, she couldn't reach him and rather had to satisfy her need for discipline by swatting and saying, "pass it on."  By the time it got to Roy everyone was laughing, so the "way back" was indeed the best seat in the car.  Of course, Roy was the "good" one.  He always obeyed the first time, sometimes without even being told, so he didn't generate much in the way of need for "pass it on."