A friend had a Nash in high school.
A friend had a Nash, an older one given to him by an aunt, and I swear to God the seats folded down to make the thing one big bed with a trunk. We'd double-date to the drive-in movies, park just right, and lay back in comfort. I'd forgotten about that.
And to get into the movie, we'd wait until the box office closed and then lift the chain which blocked the entrance.
(Those truly were innocent days in a small town. Nothing particularly untoward ever happened.)
Arf