Sometimes I can't find my decoder ring, so it's really tough to decipher these threads. Punctuation????.....We don't need no stinkin PUNCTUATION!!!!
I went to an old school that was built in 1903,,,same year Henry got it on with lizzy,,,same year Orville and Wilber took flight and the same year Mr. Harley and Mr. Davidson introduced their famous motorcycle.. So yeah,,,,I'm OLD SCHOOL,,,HRP
I wasn't embarrased to ride in my mom's '74 GT model. Bright red-orange with the satin black racing striped faux shaker hood and cast-aluminum wheels (we called 'em "mags" until my neighbor slapped me on the back the head enough, saying "Mags is mags...thems aluminum kid!"). That was the **** in '75. Some fat ***** in a Nova had the nerve of t-boning her (!), but it was soon replaced with a genuine '69 Empi Bug. But then of course ma had the Select-a-drop "raised" and replaced the 145s with 165s! Oh, none of that is Old School...it's just the past.
Perspective: When I was in HS a lot of cars on the road still had 600 x 16 rubber and 12V batteries were a new fad. The radios still had hot little bottles that glowed in the dark and a sealed metal can that sounded like a hive of mad hornets. Girls were still ***** and unpredictable; some things never change.
I really don't like the term at all...and I like the magazine even less. I think it evolved about the same time as M.C. Hammer, and unfortunately, did not go away as fast. as far as I am concerned, when they started building cars is irrelevant to me. I just know they STOPPED building them in '73
Ah Old School - that much misused term. To me Old School means you have a certain mindset about the way things should be done or thats how you learned to do them. To me Old School is a state of mind, a set of memories, and an appreciation for certain aspects of our culture that have faded away and will not likely be seen again. Old School means: You expect your kids to use archaic phrases such as Please and Thank you Cars that had chrome on them Teachers could spank you I you got out of line Your neighbor could spank you if you got out of line Nurses wore dresses Children didnt s*** their elders The commute that takes 3 hours used to take 35 minutes 8 track tapes were new fangled and not to be trusted You know how to use hand signals (not that one!) when driving 3 on the tree was how you learned to drive a manual transmission Cars would pull to the side for emergency vehicles and funeral processions People dressed up to go out to dinner and Church If someone had a hunk of metal in their nose, eyebrow or navel is was due to an accident of some sort The slogan Put a Tiger in Your Tank means something to you The clerk at the store would say May I help you? and mean it, not smack gum in your face, give you the scowl of Death and act as if you were a nuisance People would actually SLOW DOWN for a yellow light Youve been pulled over by a squad car with gumball lights Your first gallon of gasoline cost 47 cents or less You remember ushers in movie theaters If the cars didnt have fins or running boards they arent part of your childhood Bottled water was found in 5 gallon jugs in offices only Radial tires are them new fancy tires When you took a long road trip where you went didnt look exactly just like where you came from Every product didnt require a warning label to enforce common sense You could leave the keys in your car and it would still be there when you came back A man had his hair frosted only against his will Men went to the barber, not a stylist You remember being able to see the engine block on a new car Women who had tattoos were generally ******s and/or strippers You bought ice cream from the Good Humor man. You had milk, eggs, and ****er delivered to your house Neighbors actually knew and talked to each other Music meant music not someone screaming at you over and over Drive Thru was a relatively new concept Thru was spelled through Geography was taught in school You couldnt ***** your way out of gym cl*** Curfews were enforced by the police OR You had better be in this house by the time the streetlights come on! A mobile phone meant you had at least one dime in your pocket You could find a phone booth on the corner Gas stations DIDNT sell diapers And of course: [font="]What do you mean I have to pump my own gas?!?!?!?![/font]
"over thinking and over ****yzing seperates the body from the mind." -maynard james keenan screw all the schools, just more lame lables for people.
Let me get this straight I am sorta confused if my main mode of transportation employment and housing is "yellow fang" my seafaring pirate ship am I old school or not??? And what is this thing I am typing into am I on the internet?
I never heard the term " OLD SCHOOL" until I first watched that Orange County Choppers show. I thought that's where it came from. I prefer to leave it there. Old school? I'm with FEDER we're just old, but mean as hell when he's behind me, that is. Make sure you're always behind me please or I'm gonna get my *** kicked......
LOL I used to get that too when I drove my '42 GMC. Then I got the finger 'cuz they did realize I was going to turn.
If you screwed up enough for a cop to be involved you begged to be taken to jail ,but NOOOOO! he marched you right up to the front door of your house and turned you over to your parents!because he knew anything the cops would do was mild campared to what your parents were going do to ya
Boy ain't that the truth! I grew up with my grandparents and my grandfather knew every cop in town.If I got caught doing something by the cops,I never made it to the stationhouse;it was right to my home.Sometimes the *******s would deliberately hang around to see how badly my *** was going to get kicked.They were rarely disappointed. My friends couldn't figure out why I was terrified of my grandfather finding out I was screwing up.They never witnessed a 70 plus year old man walk into a pigeon coop half bent over and bare handed to "retrieve" a neighborhood cat that had snuck in to maim a few birds and couldn't get out and emerge virtually un****hed.Try and grab a cornered half scared to death feline sometime and see if you can survive it without m***ive bleeding from the arms and face.He did it all the time and when he had caught the culprit,it was treated to a lesson in,"underwater breathing"in a large pail of water in the back yard and then on to his own private,"pet semetary"(spelling deliberate)under the g**** arbor.My grandfather did that on a regular basis. I can vividly recall one day when I was about 11 or 12(and well on my way to becoming a juvenile delinquent)and he,"asked" me to take out the trash before I went to school.I mumbled something wise like,"YEAH in a minute" and the next thing I knew I was picking myself up off the floor and he was quietly saying to me," Don't you EVER speak to me in that tone of voice!" That was 50 years ago and I can still feel my sore jaw.
I graduated from high school 49 years ago. I've been fooling with hot rods since 1951. Older than most, I guess.
One of my first cars was a '74 Maverick back in '83-84. Lots of first things happened in that car. Not the least of which was getting it AIIIIIIRRRRRR BOOOOOOORRRRRNNNNEE! That car took a beating worse than any red-headed stepchild I've ever seen. Its cool watching in the rear view mirror as one of your best friends floats in mid-air in the back seat for what seems like ten seconds.
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