History Parking in the Hot Rod

PARKING (when we used to do those things)
My favorite parking spot was one that I discovered just east of town…Springfield, Missouri.
There were intersecting blacktop roads out in the country. About 1/8 mile up each road, someone had planned on what looked like a residential street in the form of an “L” that met the two blacktop roads. These two streets were somewhat paved with blacktop and had a pea gravel overlay. From where they turned off the blacktop roads, there was only a culvert and the entries were overgrown so you had to look closely for them, especially at night. So each of these intersecting streets were about 1/8 mile long to form a square with the two blacktop roads…..so the corner of the two unused streets was a perfect place to park. If someone tried to sneak in, you simply went out the other side….and since the corner was slightly uphill from the two blacktop roads, it was easy to see anyone turning into the special place. There were no houses in sight so nobody “just drove by” to upset the moment.


My only mistake was that I told my buddy about the place. One night I had just arrived with my girlfriend when another car turned in. Fortunately, we had just settled in and our clothes were intact so I fired up the car and quickly exited the opposite side. The next day, I told my buddy that we had been discovered…he laughed….it was him and his girl arriving!! We developed a system of “who used the parking spot on what night” to make sure that didn’t happen again. I know I tossed many a banana peel out the window at that spot. With the windows down, you could hear a car coming on that pea-gravel road…safest place I have ever seen. I am sure it is all houses now….too bad.

 

I can't share mine, I still use it.

 

Best place I ever found was right in town! Pull over and shut it off. No one ever thinks a thing about a car parked with all the other cars on the street. Worked great.

SPark

 

Right under a street light! Light shining straight down doesn't show what's going on inside the car.
I had one on a dead end logging road that had many short trails off it. (public hunting land) I suspect these turnouts had been built/maintained by a previous generation for the same purpose that I used it for. I/we only used it for a couple of years, but I never got found. It got sold off and now there are 1/2 dozen houses in there. (One belongs to a nephew)

 

Paradise by the dashboard lights. HRP

 

If this vans a rockin' don't bother knockin'

 

Only in Holland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

prayin for the end of time

 

You bad boys...lol.
Yeah, "parking" is classic...but the truth is, I didn't do much of that.
How about driving...down the expressway...during the day...in her little white and gold 4spd Mustang II...lol. (long before my wife)
I was driving. She didn't have a stitch on and was facing me. I had to look around her to see where we were going...lol.

 

I do remember "parking" in our '51 Buick Roadmaster. In our back yard. I know...not in the spirit of the thread. Anyway, we were in the front seat. The reflection in the chrome waterfall radio grill was AWESOME! We were both like, "Hey...look at that...wow!" Lol.

 

Submarine races, those were the days!

 

2 bridges east of my hometown that sat way higher than the surrounding fields, farm roads.
Could sit there and see all around, if someone was headed your way, cruise away slow with the lights off and just jog roads until theyre gone.

When the corn was up, always scoped out waterways in the fields to see which were accessible or had a curve close to the road.

 

Oh yea, the submarine races.
Back when there used to be access to the Bosque along the Rio Grande river through Albuquerque, and the 2 towns to the south ) Los Lunas and Belen. YOu could run down the ditch road and about every 1/4 mile or so there were tracks leading out to the river. You could always find a spot.

Either that or up on the mesa west of Belen. You could park right on the edge of the mesa and look out over the lights of town.

Tons more "good spots" in and out of town if she was willing.....LOL

Bobby

 

Yeah, one summer I visited a friend in Lincoln Park, Michigan. That was what the kids did in high school. Naturally they always posted a look out on the sidewalk. They didn’t want Senior Citizens going into Cardiac arrest.


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Being from Indiana, we went out to country to Listen to the corn to grow.

 

With a van you can park in the middle of the city and no one can see what's going on.

 

WHAT.?


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Lots of orange groves back when I was in high school and JC. Good times until I got drafted.

 

Anybody remember the “Ventures” TelStar album with the White Bucket overlooking the City lite up at night? I can still hear that tune in my mind. I still see the Chrome Reverse wheels on that Ride. I don’t think that tune had anything to do with Corn growing.


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Remember using a large bakery employee parking lot among many other cars at night quite a bit right in the middle of town. Surprised we were found.
A policeman caught us in the act shining a flashlight right into the car.
Can’t beat the two hour drive from Columbus I had.
It was a wonder I didn’t run off the road.

 

Bakery parking lot.... a place to get bred?

 

Or how about a long john???

 

Fred Steel's T: https://goo.gl/images/1nX539

 

Before marriage, first wife (girlfriend then) and I would tool my cool '36 Five Window up to Stevens Creek Dam. Park alongside the dam, on the incline alongside the road. I'd 'nose downhill' because of usual low battery and high compression. Put it in reverse, the '39 box did a better job than the E-brake!
Had an Eddie Meyer high-stacker, two 97s. Vacuum port between the stacks was a previously worn 1/8" pipe thread...my hurriedly prepared 'date chariot' had a 3/8" SAE bolt, wrapped with black electrical tape and gently pushed into the vacuum port.
'Horizontal joining' was aligned, Apollo rising...We had LINK UP!' Er...until the night lit up with bright red-and-white lights...I thought it was 'ecstasy'! -but it wasn't. It was 'the heat'! The Man, fuzz, Johns, Badge Bandits...I was in an impossible position!
When 'dismounting', I must have kicked the clutch pedal momentarily...the car rolled about 4 feet, the envious cop yells, "Hold IT!" The car stops 'lurching', and the cop shines his light in girlfriend's face... he wasn't much older, just...square... LOL
Gives us 'stiff warning'. "There are weird individuals loitering around, just waiting for some kids to...well, you know..."
He got in his 'unit', so I put 'Obscenity' ('36's name) in 2nd gear, turned on the key, and rolled forward to pop the clutch. "FFFSSSHHHHH>>>" I shut it off, WTF??? Opened Obscenity's hood, and there's an empty hole where my makeshift plug had been.
Janet had an eyebrow pencil, and a scarf I wrapped around to seal the vacuum. LOL We left before Elwood P. Fuzz had any other ideas...

After we were married, new wife Janet was talking with (answering lots of inane questions!) a doctor, to do a pre-natal. We were living at my Grandma's, until our new apartments were finished. We 'behaved' under Grandma's roof...
The nice doc asked Janet about her sex drive.
"Oh, it's usually Stevens Creek in Mike's '36. About 6 miles..."
That one was destined for failure from the start... True story, BTW.

 

all these stories have a "happy ending"


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Where's the usually call for pictures?

 

"Tanks for the Memories"

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Great Hill was the spot , cars would all line up at night . Had a friend with benefits till I got married , anywhere was fine even the cemetery a few times .