When I was 8 or 9 or 10 (early - mid 70s) my mother's uncle, we called him Pa, had a shiny new Oldsmobile Cutlass 442. It went super fast and had these cool swivel front seats. His wife (Ma) loved them because when, after a super hair-raisingly fast drive, they arrived at church, she could swivel out and stand up without anyone seeing up her mini skirt. Pa liked the seats because he could sit in the car and smoke his pipe in comfort. Funny couple those two, now that I think of it.