When you're a kid, the novelty of sitting rear facing in "the way way back" is enough to stop the nausea, at least for short trips.

And if you're not a kid, there's no way in hell you're going to fit in the rear-facing seats, I'm pretty short and I still can't fit back there.

Exactly this - I remember my parents had a Volvo with similar seats and my brothers and I loved sitting back there. We always imagined we were in the gun turrets of the Millennium Falcon shooting down cars.

Grew up in a 240 wagon myself. Sometimes I would pretend a bug-spot on the windshield was a gunsight and pretend to shoot other cars, thinking of Star Wars the whole time.

haha I guess you're right, I remember some rides in the trunk long ago and not feeling sick.