We didn’t get to the point of twister but had a lot of fun back there. Unless we were going on vacation, making the 3 hour trip to “the shore” which seemed eternal to the four of us all in a row along the back seat. When we started to roughhouse , which our father called “scrambling,” he took his right hand off the wheel for an eye-level backhand across the width of the seat, or whatever portion thereof he could manage, usually connecting with a least one of us.