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Can you still get mercurochrome down under?
Dan

 

There are real hot rodders and then there is the rest of you! Same deal with bikers.

We used it for Indian war paint. It didn't was off so we were warriors for days at a time. A bit distracting at school where there were real Indians. They mostly laughed at is.

 

We were too poor to have Dettol- my mum would remove the dirt and stones with the wire brush, and then pour kerosene on the open wound.

Yes- we only serve it to tourists when they ask for a "Foster's".

 

Vividly remember mercurochrome, mom’s routine was soap and a nail brush, you know, to get the grit out, then dabbed with the devil’s ointment. Always seemed like an attempt to make me more careful, never did work though. Should you try and hide the injuries, bathtime was instantly called for and insult was added to injury . Didn’t run into Dettol until my late teens, much the same, at least it didn’t stain.

 

Paul Hogan owes the rest of the world an apology for inflicting Fosters on them. It's so bad we have to export it all as no-one here will drink it.



Cheers,
Harv

 

There,,,welded it!

 

Probably why I still cover-up from my wife, the nurse, when I start to leaking. Peroxide daily

 

Hello,

One of our South of the border road trips had some funny stuff going on. We found a surf spot inside of a harbor and could tell the spot broke due to the wide opening of the breakwater opening for the larger fishing boats and other harbor boats. It not only broke well, it was a fast wave and it was easy to paddle out from the shoreside parking spot.

No one could see the spot due to a row of buildings along the highway. That was good, except that other traveling surfers could see cars and vans parked along the highway with surf racks and that in itself led to further investigations.

For us, the buildings had several cafes and a nice restaurant for us, with a pool hall facing the ocean. So, one could eat lunch, watch the surfers and enjoy a nice round of pool at several of the tables in the establishment. At first, we all got the “looks” of “who are you, and why are you here?” But, we were fairly quiet and hungry, so when the order for a large lunch for several of our friends kept the waiter busy, the locals knew we were just hungry “gringos.”

Lunch, then resting, looking out of the viewing window at the waves and enjoying a spot hidden from the other traveling surfers was a good thing for us. This is what traveling to unexplored areas has in store for those wanting to surf in pristine waves almost hidden from public view. At the time, there were no local kids surfing, but plenty of boats on the shoreline full of fishing equipment.

After spending several days up the coast camping and then driving down to this relatively close to the highway, but hidden surf spot, we began to feel like “locals.” We even said hello every time we came in for lunch. The surf spot just below the building and beach was still not busy as our cars, even with surfboards on top looked like surfers stopping for lunch in the CAFÉ sign building. That was a key element for us.

Jnaki

Then one day, we were eating lunch and a group of locals asked if any of us played pool. Some of the locals were good pool players. But, I was one of the only surfers that had played pool while growing up on the Westside of Long Beach. It was at a nearby building that was a hangout for older folks and our dad’s friends usually were there when we stopped by for lunch or a snack on the weekends.

So, to keep the “kid” busy, we got to play pool in an isolated corner of the large establishment. As we got older, we got better and that was a plus as teenagers. So Cal pool halls were becoming a popular business in nearby city of Lakewood and North Long Beach. Some of the “pool halls” were large glass enclosed buildings with no aspect of low light, dingy, smoke filled pool halls as shown in TV shows and movies. It was lit up like car dealers and there was a nightly show in the parking lot with cool cars all parked in near the buildings.

So, with the bantering between local pool playing folks in the café/pool hall/restaurant and the group of friendly surfers began with bets on who could win in the different pool games. I was chosen to play as they all knew I was good at playing pool table games. At first it was friendly won/loss games. Then someone said their guy could win and put some money on the edge of the pool table.

Now, we all laughed due to the fact that money was saved just so we could last a week of camping, exploring and surfing, plus a full tank of gas to get home. So, we pondered what to do. At the urging of our friends, I was selected to play a couple of rounds of pool table games. For money, put up by who had extra change. I lost a couple of games, but as the week moved on, I started to win all of the games and my pocket was beginning to fill up with extra cash. We all laughed at what was taking place.

So, not to cause any difficulties of locals versus surfers, I lost a couple of games with terrible shots and that made the locals happy. But, the exchange was good for all relations in a foreign country. I made sure the opponents all got a free beer afterwards. And, good for my pockets so we could get more gas for more adventures. YRMV

 

I remember those days, and those of us who looked similar.

 

Have you noticed that the new cars with air bags in steering wheel are hard to honk? My old 56 F100 has a small horn button very easy to tap a friendly "Beep-Beep" when some one stays at a green light, or whatever. I have tried to do a friendly horn tap in my daily with air bags and it came out as sounding like a rude blast.

 

I don't have that problem. Most of the time my flaky horn didn't work. I just don't bother trying it much anymore. The problem now is that when I would have time to investigate the horn issue, which I'm sure has an easy fix, I don't remember to look into it.

In my younger days, I ran a 6 volt horn on a 12 volt system. The train horns had nothing on that old 6 volt horn, until we were in a wedding chase one day and my wife decided she needed to keep honking the horn. We made it about 3/4 of the way through the chase before the horn died, just like I told her was going to happen. At that time, functioning 6 volt horns were not easy to come by, so it was replaced with a 12 volt version. The next wedding chase we were in she only hit the horn a few times, apparently, the 12 volt horn wasn't as much fun, or she remembered the 6 volt horn dying from over use...

 

Yup! On the RARE occasions schools got closed due to 12” or more of snow. Perfect opportunity to walk around the neighborhood with a shovel and make some money. Same goes for mowing grass in the summer. I used to walk around and knock on doors.
Lied about my age, and got a job as a busboy when I was about 13. I was rolling it in then!

 

i wish i were what i was when i was trying to become what i am now. found on the bathroom wall.

 

How are you doing?
Well, I'm not as good as I used to be but but I'm better than I was before I got as bad as I did.

 

While responding earlier, with my wise ass comment, I had thought of my version of signaling.
Well this is it. works like a charm. Without the horn.
I first of all, ( due to big truck training, as well as many hours of city jockeying )
leave a lot of space in front when stopping.
While drivers wait for the light they tend to get distracted ( look down ) and miss the change. Soon as it's GreeN I'll proceed to close the gap.
The motion action is caught in both of the their mirrors, and they hit the gas

 

Yes, wintertime in Kansas City was money in my pocket. I'd clear driveways and sidewalks for 10-15 homes in my neighborhood and still have time to get the sled out and spend hours on the hills nearby. My best friend and next-door neighbor, Wes, yielded the winters to me; he made his money mowing the yards come spring and summer. He had a gas-powered mower. My family had an electric mower. Not as easy as going house to house asking to plug in and mow a yard.

 

Once a week, I used to mow a neighbor's huge St. Augustine grass front yard with her push mower for 50 cents. That stuff is tuff! Once in a while I'd skip the job until I figured out that it was much harder if I didn't do it weekly.

 

I wanted a paper route when I was a kid. You were supposed to be 12 and I was a few months shy of that so I fibbed about my age and got a route right in my neighborhood. Up at 4:30 AM , hop on my bike and off to pick up my papers. Made about 10 or 11 bucks a week. Luckily it was a local paper that did not publish a Sunday edition so at least I got to sleep in a bit on Sundays!
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We used Dettol in Kenya to ward off tsetse flies. Not sure which was worse.

 

. . . my brother and I had a paper route. We had to collect for the subscriptions. It's amazing when you knew they were home and wouldn't answer the door.

 

As a youngster when living in Connecticut I shoveled a lot of snow, and made some decent money too. I remember my cousin and I walking about a mile to the apartment complex where my grandparents lived, and my grandfather was the custodian. My cousin and I shoveled quite a bit of sidewalk as it was a big complex. We wouldn't let our grandparents pay us anything. Those were the days of respect. That theory seems to have gone by the boards.

 

Very good.

 

I don’t even see kids shoveling or mowing their own stuff let alone someone else’s, when I was a kid we shoveled the neighbors without kids drives free of charge although oftentimes there was cookies and hot chocolate afterwards.
Dan

 

I was lucky, I grew up in the country on our ranch, in Oklahoma. There was always ways to make money for a young man! At 12, I used a tractor from the ranch and plowed gardens! I hired out driving tractors for other ranches, my Dad did not pay me, other than feeding me! I hired myself and my horse as a cowboy for neighboring ranches. By 16 I had my own hay crew and used this truck to haul small squares for four different ranches, usually putting up 1000 bales a day, in the barn. In 1969 I paid my hand, Dan Greene, enough money to buy a 1957 Chevy , cash! Where there is a Will there is a way! Those were great times! Had plenty of money! Today……not so much! lol




Bones

 

Cool truck
Dan