Growing up in Western Maryland with no crime. Going to the different car dealers to see the new models each fall. Seeing my first 57 Ford with the reverse opening hood. My first transistor radio. My Schwinn Tiger bicycle. Buying used cars from a dealer for $50. Paying $88 for a 392 Chrysler Hemi from a junk yard. Working at an ESSO station when gas was 18 cents a gallon. "Test driving" a customers 4 speed "409" 62 Chevy Biscayne while working at the ESSO station.
'Back when the men were steel and the boats were wood and when women who could cook would." Not sure who said this but I remebered it from a long time ago
yep, i am sixteen. i am trying to enjoy my young days so i have something to bitch about when i am 70. i will probably die in a ball of fire going through the gates of heaven sideways before that any way.
yeah, it too means alot to me also. today i even went to a auto shop class that i am hopefully going to start. and besides, today is friday, the end of my school year, and i can start my evening in my dad's shop.
The youngens on here may not believe this but there was a time you could walk down main street in the afternoon carrying a rifle or shotgun and no one cared. They might stop and ask if you were going target shooting or hunting and then say good luck! Now a days you would get snipered or tasered before you got a block.
i remember ... being able to stay out past dark cause it was safer being able to ride my bike across town to the community and ride back and still being in elementary school when tv only had 4 channels school being out before memorial day and starting after labour day a neighbor having a key to just about everybodys house incase someone got locked out being a kid and never being bored cause I was always outside playing when a local guy in town was labeled a hell rasing bad guy cause he cut a hole in the hood of his camaro and had a tunnel ram sticking thru and lived in a mobile home parents pulling up to the local conveinence store and the kids running in to buy the beer or smokes for them my parents not buying me a car magazine cause there was a girl in a swimsuit posing on the cover when you actually picked up the phone and dialed there number to talk to them being excited by a new telephone that had buttons you pushed and not dealing with the slow rotary dial
LOL!!! Even as a 5 year-old when Clutch Cargo cartoons first appeared on Sheriff John's Lunch Brigade, I thought they were kind of strange. Add Crusader Rabbit and Raglan T. Tiger...
oh, my............. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9jsAK8thh0&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_OioLUqcFo&feature=related
I am a product of the 80's, may have been posted already but I remember jacked up Camaro's, street slicks and neon colors, street rods were king, Big hair bands, Poison, Motley Crew and alot kids put house speakers in their trucks. No wonder I am so tweaked. I also wished I had grown up in the 50's times seemed so simple.
Guys bringing guns to school during hunting season. Only rule was they had to be left in the corner of the room during class. Any motorcycle above 350cc was a big bike. Having no idea what a bicycle helmet was, and who ever heard of sun screen. Playing football and baseball in the neighborhood "empty lot", using what ever equipment we could scronge up. Half the football games ended up in fist fights. Making $20 for a weeks work at my uncles farm, and thinking I was RICH. Telling the operator what phone number or person/business you wanted to talk too. Didnt see a dial phone till I was about 10 years old.
Fifteen? Shit, the way my daughter looked was making me worry about being a grandfather from about the time she was twelve! Heard a stat on the radio that 30% of high school students have some kind of STD. I don't think much more than 30% of us kids in my high school got a chance to get one! -Bill
Can't mention the Soupster without this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch#!v=a-OGy3Kh7yM&feature=related
Growing up, I remember... when water tasted soo good, right out of the tap the sound the clutch & brake pedals made, on my Dads chopped 64 bug. the front wheels coming off the ground when dad pulled 2nd gear in the Roadster (You're the coolest, Pops!) Going to Tuxies in Riverside, when it was still 'Tuxies' Seeing Neil Martins 55 Chevy at Tuxies, still primered with the supercharger that looked like it actually had two seperate blowers. Changed my life.. outrunning a guy, waving a stub nose at us, in his Ranchero. We're In my 55' Chevy, Drifting corners, all the while having fuel pump issues. Blessed to be here! riding in a brand new 1989 911 Turbo Porsche, and the permanent smile after that ride. crying cos the Bike Drags were to loud, but I was just too young. thinking flowmasters were cool on my daily driver(Now I tired of 'em) thinking I was going to learn something working at Super Shops ( I had high expectations) Beating an Injected, 4spd Corvette w/ Dart heads. In my Sedan Delivery w/a stock 350 running a 650 holley DP, headers & 3.55's.. Living in Renton & actually seeing Mt. St. Helens erupt, just a few minutes after it began. Rode my bike down the hill from the park to tell Mom, and she started calling everyone. coin operated cigarette machines, readily available for my 10yr old friends. Making a fake I.D, and trying to use it while it was still hot off the laminator. And the guy not even asking for it, when I bought the beer. 99¢ gas in the late 80's Denver Mullins & Choppers.. the first time around.
Ahhh, those were the days, my fake I.D looked SOOOOO bad, but it worked. People just really didn't care back then. This was only 15 or 16 years ago.
I remember watching dad pump the gas pedal, pull the choke knob and step on the starter pedal to get 6 volts of starter motor to turn the old 216 chevy over...praying it would start, If it didn't, I remember sitting in the driver's seat while my dad pushed while yelling "Let out the clutch!" I'll never forget the little "squeek" noise 50s GM door hinges made when opening the door....I remember reaching up to click the "flap" down after closing the doors on 55-57 Pontiac.chevy hardtops. I remember walking to the neighborhood store to buy a loaf of bread for a quarter for mom. And all neighborhoods had a basketball hoop mounted on a telephone pole close to the street...had to watch out not to trip and conk your head on the sidewalk curb when making a close shot. Hopscotch squares were always marked out in the street with chalk....until it rained. Bicycle patch kits were 99 cents and we used our dad's dull screwdrivers to break the tire down to fix the tube, being careful not to poke a hole in the damn tube with the screwdriver...always had a tough time with that pesky chain link.
I remember going to a candy store in carryville TN with my sister. It had a huge wood door with full glass window and a brass push latch that I couldnt open. She would open the door and the bell over the door would ring. The store was so small maybe 2 isles. We would stand at the glass case and maybe buy $1.00 to a $1.50 of candy. Every time we wanted a pop we had to run down the hill into town to a pop machine and carry the glass bottles back home without dropping them for our lunch or dinner. I dont remember what we paid for them.
Yeah, I remember half the cars in the parking lot at my high school were pickups. Almost every one had at least one gun (or more) hanging from the gun rack in the back window. Nobody even thought about going nuts and shooting up the school. Now days you wouldn't dare set foot anywhere near a school with a gun. Times sure have changed.
The sound of my grandmothers wooden screen door when it slammed and the spring loaded thing that held it closed.
Watching Gallant Men and Combat, then terrorizing the neighborhood with our Tommy Guns, fake grenades and WWII guerrilla tactics & manuevers
Ha…that just reminded me of how much I loved watching "Rat Patrol" as a kid…even the intro was cool: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X34OFJpnRwE ..nothing like a bunch of army guys indiscriminately machine gunning and blowing stuff up to get a kid's attention…oh and don't forget to light up a Camel while you enjoy the carnage. .
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