Took a cruise today and saw this in front of a closed shop. Swing in and then see the real cop hiding at the end of the lot trying to catch speeders.. pull up and ask if he minds if I stop to take some pics and he said go for it. Anyway View attachment 5772534 View attachment 5772534 View attachment 5772534 View attachment 5772535 View attachment 5772536
Well they arrested me and put me in jail, called my pop to throw my bail and he said son you’re gonna drive me to drinkin if you don’t stop driving that hot rod Lincoln.
today most cops start out with good intentions...now are revenue agents...peace officers are mostly a thing of the past...
I drove by it today on the way to Picasso's to get calzones for dinner, didn't see the real Johnny Law, although I was driving my ex Johnny Law ppv lol
Henry Ford was the king of frugal. In my opinion is one of the neatest characters of the 20th century. Anywhere he could save a nickel He would and then he passed the cost savings on to his customers. Every time I am working on my Model A taking something apart that I never did before such as the inside of the doors the other day I realized how ingenious him and his engineers were for the simplicity that works so well.
Hello, We were constant attendees of every local drive-in movie theater in our area of Long Beach. Each of the 4 areas of Long Beach, if one was to square off the teen hangouts. The Westside had the Long Beach Drive-In Theatre, a stone’s throw away from Lion’s Dragstrip. The Eastside had the Los Altos Drive-In and in between was the Lakewood Drive-In. The last drive in was in the Southeastern area near the golf course and marina waters, the Circle Drive-In. The closest one to Bixby Knolls was the Lakewood drive-in and we all gathered there for some great movies… and teen escapades. For the whole evening, about ten hot rods, sedans and trucks gathered in the back row corner of the huge parking lot with speakers. It was a fun place and we were not disturbing anyone. So, the guys in the white coats on bicycles did not come around our location. The activities were loud talking, laughing and of course, drag races using empty beer cans, down the hill slopes to the finish line. Money exchanged hands as the eliminations began. Any size of can was accepted. It went on for hours and many different teens participated. It was like a challenge to see who would win at the bottom of the hill slope. Yes, those rolling cans made noise as they were empty and rolled down the slope. But, for the final challenge race of the empty can races versus a newcomer. I had a regular Coors can and it was full. I must have not fallen asleep in our physics class, as it was something like... "once an object starts its forward motion, the weight continues that motion until a force is acted upon it…" or something like that. So, I used a full can for the final challenge. Big money was put down and everyone was yelling for their favorite racers. At the start, my can started and once it got rolling, passed the other can like it was standing still. It won the elimination, challenge match race with flying colors. Ha! Jnaki The men in the white coats still did not ride their security bikes in our area and that was ok with us. After one of the movies was over, the 55 Chevy two door sedan we came in decided to go to our local hangout for some better food than at the drive-in theater. So, we slowly rolled forward, crushed some cans and made our way to the exit. Nothing was different and it was a slow drive. As we left the drive-in exit and turned left at the stop light, we moved West on the road leading back into Bixby Knolls. But, for the last block since the drive-in, a black/white patrol car was following us from the theater exit driveway. We were pointed out by the men in the white coats, as the next car of our friends saw them conversing and pointing to the 55 Chevy two door sedan that just left. Long Beach police car from 1960-61 We got pulled over about two blocks away from the drive-in theater and the full regalia of drunk tests were done on all of us in the car. Arms spread, touch your nose, turn around three times and do it again, etc. Finally, a few friends drove by honking their horns and laughing at us. For us, it was not a laughing matter. Several starting varsity football players, the student body vice president, and me were the notable folks in the car. Needless to say, we all got taken to the downtown Long Beach jail and put in separate cells overnight. In the morning, we all had to march, one by one, past a row of parents and that was all it took to be totally embarrassed. Because we were all good students, varsity athletes and the student body vice president’s grandfather was once head of the local sheriff/police force, we all got spoken to like criminals, given the riot act and put on probation… so we were told. (Also, it was not on our “permanent record” anywhere…) Note: Afterwards, it was daily high school by ourselves, after practice, straight home and no Friday nights at the drive in restaurant after the games or on Saturday night, either. We were now straight arrow high school students and were laughed at by all of our friends at school when the word spread. It was a month of agony, but memorable after being consoled by close friends… We all finished school with flying colors, and the incident was a sore point, but our parents chuckled after the month long strict rules. We all went on with our lives and still live to tell our old stories from our teenage activities. What else is history if we can’t remember our … “oh oh, here come the cops…” stories. YRMV Note 2: As the days wore on, discussions about why we had to stay in jail overnight and do the "march of death" in front of all of the embarrassed parents sitting in a row. The strong rumor was told to us later that the grandfather, who was the ex-sheriff was there that night after being called. He wanted his grandson to be out in an instant, with his “notoriety and influence.” But, we knew his parents and they told the grandfather, that we all needed to spend the night in jail to learn a lesson. What a lesson learned by all of us. Embarrassment plays a big part of eye to eye contact, as we resumed our normal teenage stuff. The football players were laughed at during practices and at school. But, in the whole scene, it did give us which direction we wanted to go in the future… and a metal bar door sliding across the opening was not one of them…
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