I was 11 years old when that magazine came out with Dean’s RPU on the cover and I was already tinkering with whatever car stuff my Dad would allow me to mess with. He was building a family ski boat with Pontiac power and Edelbrock marine equipment. My Dad let me pick what kind of engine. All these years later and I still tinker with cars or boats every day.
...This brings up the age old question....If you are driving down the road at 100 miles per hour and a fly flies from the back seat to the front seat, is he doing over 100 miles per hour?
58 Impala with Buick Skylark wire wheels... thanks @themoose Hello, Nice play... Timing flies is a good way to improve coordination and quick reactions. When we were in a very tiny apartment in Belmont Shore, it was all we could afford at the time. The 58 Impala did not have a designated parking space as those old two story homes took up most of land plot. The unit was labeled A,B,C, and we were in unit D. It was a converted single car garage, but only the front half of the deep, car stall. The unit was separated from A, B, and C. It was attached to the lower garage unit and seemed like an afterthought, but made money for the owners. For some reason, as the garage owners walked by, we could see their feet pass by our windows. Somehow, there were always flies, despite the closing of any opening windows in the unit. But, they got in and made circles around the sitting area. So, we would be sitting around after a hard morning of surfing and as we sometimes fell asleep, those pesky flies would attack. We stayed up as much as possible and grabbed them out of the air and threw them at the window. It was pure timing in circles, as the flies made a circular path hovering over an object. If we had some take out food, like cheeseburgers, the odor of the charcoal grilled burger was on our clothes and the flies knew where to land to grab something. Here we were, timing the circular patterns and grabbing them out of the air like a fast money grabbing toy we had as a conversation piece. The one where a black box opens to have a small hand grab a penny sitting in the groove was always good for a laugh. It was as if time flies, except for the flies, time stopped. Jnaki It was a great Summer apartment and the stories were also impressive. But, because of the lack of individual parking spaces within the property, I had to park my 58 Impala on the street. It was "shaky" but, each time I wedged my Impala between two other cars for safety. By the end of Summer, the wedging of my Impala did not do well. Someone, late at night, drove away with my Impala without making any noise or damaging any part of the car. We knew several characters that worked at car dealers and they showed us master keys for their businesses. So, we assumed it was someone with similar access or those guys having played a joke on me. But, after filling out a theft report and then searching all over our stomping grounds of Long Beach, Lakewood and surrounding teenage hangouts, we found the Impala sitting in a dark shaded area of a small park. It was sitting on sturdy milk crates and the Buick Skylark Wire Wheels were missing. But, the flies continued to attack and we continued to time our precision grabs out of the air. Contests were abundant, money was bet and the flies disappeared one day, only to appear again and again. Rust never sleeps and flies are also continual pests.
Ah grasshopper, . Along the same lines as your “question”. When in a Jet flying at 600MPH , if you drop an object, why does it fall straight down and not land behind you?
Take Note ! Your life Fly's by in a flash, I'm thinking at 74, How did I get here So Quick And the older I get The clock seems to be running faster. Memories Priceless !
Time goes by Life sure do fly The world keeps changin' And only God knows why People always ask "Where do the time go?" Well... it goes into the past... And it don't go slow And knowing full well That time don't stop The old hot rodder Is still out in the shop
Do you know who wrote that? It's pretty profound. If it was you, amazing as that might be, it's still profound
Seen about every kind of ski boat there is. Was a comp skier with my brothers and a mechanic at a Nautique dealer for a decade. Never seen a boat with a Pontiac in it. Gotta see some pics of that....
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