My father's Morris Oxford truck when he was on
a driving holiday around the South Island of
New Zealand many years ago.
I remember when we were kids, Dad would always take us on long drives, drives of the "are we there yet" sort. My little sister always got carsick, so she was allowed to sit in the front seat with Mum (no seatbelts back then), me, my other sister and brother were relegated to the back. I remember lots of drives on gravel roads, and the dust, it got in everywhere.
Our family in the same spot when we did our trip
round the South Island in 1973-1974
One nice thing about the long drive was finding somewhere nice to stop and have a stretch, a cup of tea and something to nibble before setting off again.