Waiting for the snow to go away so I could drive my 39 chevy with the rock hard recap slicks on it , Oh yes, the hacks in school, my ass still hurts, but them fuckers straightend you right out!! 50 cent cigarettes out of the machine at the 5 Ts bar, driving around the block by the Liberty theater 20 times when it got out , lookin for girls, with" the Doors light my fire" playing on my new 4 track player. Chris
first time i had taps on the heels of my shoes putting a baseball card in my bicycle spokes bathing the dog in CN and water in the bathtub to get rid of fleas brown soap for poison ivy iodine being scared of insulation in the attic cap pistols & hitting caps with rocks bucky beaver sky king corky and white shadow
I was 14 when I bought my first car for $200, a '51 Ford convertible with broken top. On Saturday mornings I would pull the battery out, take it to town on my Cushman scooter to the Phillips station for a free "quick charge". After re-installing the battery, and if it started, I would drive back to the same station and buy $1 worth of gas and drive the car until it overheated. I did this for about 6 months before I had a driver's license.
I remember the 60' World Series when Maz hit that home run beating the hated Yankees. In grade school then and the teacher wanted to listen to the game during class. Must have been a big no-no back then. Earlier in the game Pittsburgh hit a home run to tie it up. The class went crazy. Teacher got mad and turned the radio off. He couldn't stand it and turned it back on (after a big lecture to the class). When Maz hit the home run I was the only one to stand up and cheer. Had to stay after school for that one. Walking out after a big lecture the teacher half smiled and said "I'll give you credit for knowing the game was over".
how many remember when you could smoke at McDonald's?? Those tinfoil ashtrays they used to have. What the heck is wrong with the U.S. today when they discourge use of tobacco and encourge the use of Marijuana. Dumb
Growing up in rolling hills of San Diego with my flexy flyer. Atlantic Richfield stations had a weather vane with an eagle on top. Pops had a pastel yellow 55 Mercury convertible back then.
The smell of good old regular leaded gas. Ethanol smells like ass. Willie Nelson 8-tracks Bananna seats and rear slicks Tom T Hall Being disappointed when all the Caddies went to FWD in 85 cause they didn't look cool anymore The "real" Kool-Aid pitcher Grandparent age folks driving 50s cars Being the remote
The sound of the nylon tires that developed flat spots overnite and went away after the tire warmed up.
Gas is pretty much the price of 3 candy bars if you find the same size bars. I remember gas stations where they filled your tank, checked your oil, washed the windows, checked your tires, took your money and gave you change right at the pump.
had a friend who's phone number was all 7s 8s and 9s. Sucked on a rotary phone especially if you screwed it up and had to "redial".
Yep, I could hear Westboro Speedway on Saturday nights. It's a strip mall now! I remember when the only mall was Shopper's World in Framingham. It was one of the first in the country and opened in 1951. Growing up I remember.. ZAYREs Mammoth Mart Mars Bargainland
I remember being about ten and regularly taking 50¢ to the Sinclair station to buy a pack of Winston 100s out of the cigarette machine for my mom. One day the price jumped up to 75¢ so I went back home to get another quarter. That woman hit the roof and swore she would quit smoking if they ever hit a buck a pack. That was about 1980. She passed in 2009, still smoking two packs a day.
From mid thru late '60s...8 thru 12 years old. Always made it a point to grab the classified section from my dad's Sunday newspaper. I'd go straight to the '32 Fords. Invariably, at least 1/2 dozen for $1,500 to $3,500 Good thread, Larry. Happy Birthday!
....Milkmen, breadmen and department store elevator operators, metal 1qt. oil cans and pour spouts that that you used to stab into the top of the 1 qt. metal cans to open them, piss-poor 4-wheel drum brakes that would get hot and fade to almost nothing after just a couple of panic stops, Houdaile lever-action shocks, that you could get 'rebuild kits' for at the the parts store, riding in the neighbour's brand new '58 Edsel and wishing your Dad would trade in his old Packard and get one too, trying to 'speed' or 'power shift' with a three on the tree and having the linkage get tangled and lock up....sigh Mart3406 ============
>>>what do you remember?..... >>> FM Converters. Jensen 6x9 coaxial speakers. Relining brake shoes in the 'Star" machine, then grinding them to fit the contour of the drum. REAL Corvair Turbo mufflers (part number M1365). Paying 28 cents a gallon for gas for my minibike. Trips to Don's Speed Shop on the Berlin Turnpike with my Dad (and one final time last year for my dad)......... Al in TN
I remember going with my older friend to the 1956 AMA Nationals at the Naval Air Station in Dallas Texas. They won't do that now for security reasons at Naval Bases. Also parents trusting an older man to go off with your son. Putting Lincoln tail lights in your Mercury. Kerosene was 19 cents gal, Diesel was 22.5 cents gal. Sold White Gas for lanterns and my Mom drove the gasoline truck (seen on right corner) for the business. We only had one space heater at home and you would roast on one side and freeze on the back side. Dad would let me fix all the flats that came into the station. I would get 50 cents for fixing a flat. I could do it in 7.5 minutes from the time the drove into the driveway until I had them up and rolling out the drive way. Mind you this was running out with the jack, removing the hubcap, pulling the wheel off, dis-mounting the tire from the rim and pulling out the inner tube, checking for the leak by running water over the inflated tube, patching it with those vulcanizing patches, cooling it off and putting it all back together. Peace, Chaz
The smell of oil mixed with dust in my Grandpa's 47 Chevy farm truck. Stealing cigarettes out of my Mom's purse. Talking my Mom into letting me take her brand new SS396 Impala to the store to buy her cigarettes, doing a burnout clear across the parking lot and getting busted by the local PD. Dragging the main. Street racing.
Divco milk trucks, the egg man on Wednesday, the day the 1957 chevy first came out. OMG I gotta sit down
I remember when newspapers were black and white. My dads old Hudson. My dads first new car 1959 Galaxie 500. Dad teaching mom to drive. My moms 1960 Galaxie wagon. My older brother dropping the drive shaft out of the wagon. At 15 talking my dad into letting me change the waterpump on his car. Dad giving me what for when it started leaking on his way to work. Then apologising whe the garage that blamed me redid the waterpump again and telling my dad we got a defective part.
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