my parents owning a grocery store next to a college and all the girls that came in. bootlegging MD 20/20 to anyone that had cash. selling candy at school to everyone including the principal. filling the glass bottles with oil at my uncles gas station and being amazed when you sold the quart and used half then refilled it to sell again. wanting a schwinn stingray. riding in the back of a 64' belair wagon with my cousin going camping. spending the summer with all of my cousins......
my dad just gave me a original box of four. but does any one remember the old consols and the large bar adapters? and how if you didn't have one you would have to center the record as best as you could.
I don't go back as far as some of ya'll but do remember... -scavenging for change to get orange crush from the machine at the filling station and jumping on the air bell hose when you got there. -going to western auto and buying a light for your bike that came with a little bolt on generator -getting in the car in the summer was a test of your manhood...magnifying glass windows, vinyl seats, vinyl buckles (not used but had to be moved out of the way), metal handles and 1st degree burns -picking up nails in the yard for grandpa at $.01 / per -going to the carnival and getting toy guns that shot huge showers of sparks. -riding your bike as far as you could go and back before the street lights came on. we weren't scared of perverts, they were scared of us hooligans
Dad taking me and Mom out for Arthur Treacher's Fish and Chips on Saturday night....and then to the frozen custard stand in Falls Church(Virginia) and Dad leaving us in the parking lot to go race someone.. Little Tavern Burgers hearing my Mother yell for me to come home for dinner, and I was 4 blocks away... hanging out at my Grandfather's Bowling Alley(Wheaton Triangle Lanes) and spraying the shoes with Lysol for pinball money
I tried to see if anyone else got this but coulden`t find any posts so The sawed off double barrel shotgun if I remember right was carried by Yancy Derringer`s indian friend pahoo-ka-ta-wah. if i`m wrong just shoot me!
Yes, who can forget that once they started to wear with use, the damned things would drop two or more 45s at a time!
hahaha similarly i remember losing 'shotgun' everytime to my older cousins and being stuffed into the package tray of my Aunts Super Beetle and also riding in my grandpas Country Squire wagon with the gate down draggin our feet on the street its kinda amazing i still have all my teeth and toes (yet my wife wont let me drive a mile without our boys being 5 point harnessed!)
If anyone is nostalgic for 80's styles, this ought to change your mind ... are you really ready for a mullet, acid-washed denim and a porn-star mustache?
If you grew up in Michigan or surrounding areas in the 50s & 60s you'll never forget this powerhouse sound (audio clip) link: http://www.thebig8.net/cklw_lid.mp3
Fond memory: The sound of a 56 Ford Victoria with a 312 and Hollywood mufflers being floored going up Jersey Side hill, heading back to the U.S. Naval Base at Argentia, (about 1960).
Walking through the local cruise-ins and car shows with my dad as he never shows interest in the muscle cars and points out every custom and hot rod. He always told me stories about all the custom stuff and performance stuff he did to his cars when he was young. I really miss him and his stories. BloodyKnuckles
Flying in a propeller plane, (DC-6, I think) LA to SF, we wore suits to fly, never saw anyone fly casual Western Airlines ("the only way to fly") Braniff, Piedmont, TWA, Republic, Alleghenny, cabin attendants were called stewardesses, and they were actually friendly Gas stations: Atlantic, Signal, Richfield, Associated, Union (used to pump gas in one). Sinclair (guess they are still in Wyoming), Saturday cartoons...the guy in Los Angeles was Captain Jet, had a spaceship studio where the little guest kids drank Bosco and saluted with "zoom"....until one day Captain Jet thought that he was off the air after the show and said into the still-live mike, "guess that should hold the little bastards for a while"....next day, no Captain Jet.
Western Airlines ("the only way to fly") Braniff, Piedmont, TWA, Republic, Alleghenny, cabin attendants were called stewardesses, and they were actually friendly. Reminds me of flying Pan Am in 1967 when they served full meals on fine china (not made in China plates) with real silverware.
i was born in 94, and i missed more stuff than just about every one. but here is a few that i haven't seen yet: the '80s chipmunks track burgers cloth and paper house wiring with only two wires, [we still have it.] and those unforgetable paper fuses. those are fun.
"And, I know lots of you guys hate Southern California, but it was a wonderful place for a car nut kid like me to grow up in and love enough to stay within a three mioe radius for 59 years so far." Wonderful words Mazooma. I grew up in Riverside and am still here. I live within three blocks of where I grew up. Say all you want about SoCal but I love it and have no intentions of leaving. Santa Ana, Fontana, Ascot, The Beach, San Gabe maybe all gone but we still have El Mirage. And at my advanced age thats all I need. The sidecar will be out Sunday and I will enjoy very minute of it. Its the one place left where you can step back in time (and become 18 again) even if only for a few hours.
Changing oil every 1000 miles, Changing spark plugs every 10,000 miles, tires lasting 8,000 miles.Having 3 guys chip in all their cash to buy $.12 worth of gas .
And it was amazing how far you could go on that HALF GALLON of gas! I remember doing a 35c fill once when I was broke and needed to refuel the car, but that was 40 years ago and my VW could go from a nearly empty tank to overflowing for 2 bucks.
homemade skateboards with steel roller skate wheels everything in 1975 being red, white, and blue, and how it seemed that there was actually less hyping of the bicentennial when it actually came around in '76. And how the fever got dropped like Christmas carols on the 25th. Mount St. Helens exploding, and the cool sunsets we had in the early '80's. A young actress named Julia Roiberts, who reminded me so much of my classmate Andrea (who I was madly in love with and too fuckin' shy to ask out). A new band called The Ramones seeing Pure Prarie League open for ZZ Top at a place called the Colesium in Seattle; smoking my first cigarette there. Hmmm.... Andrea.... oh, man, if they ever invent a time machine, I know what I want to do! -Bill
Going to OCIR with my dad Saturday morning cartoons that were funny and not soap operas in animation Riding my BMX all over the place Riding BMX bikes and skateboards with all the other kids in the neighborhood on a rickety ass ramp we all built. Asking for $1 to go to 7-11 with buddies and get a Big Gulp, candy bar, and play a round of Street Fighter Hanging out at the Super Shops on Tustin & 1st St. and the one on Harbor Blvd too. Hanging in the previously mentioned Super Shops yet having no money at all to be a legit customer. Me and my sister riding to the beach in the bed of my Dad's '72 Ford pick-up. Having no bills Having no worries
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