In later years we got a new car, and he would sit higher in my lap and be in the line of the air bag. I feared he might be injured this way so we got him a comfy rear seat instead. Though he resisted at first, likely not just because of the comfort of sitting up front with me, but also since he was blind I knew he liked to be sure we were near. But soon he was so used to the comfort of the rear seat, he preferred it.