Left to right: Emergency brake, clutch, brake, accelerator. Did I pass?
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Left to right: Emergency brake, clutch, brake, accelerator. Did I pass?
You sure did, did you know in old times that was called the hard break and later was renamed the emergency brake
i dont know why but an ink pen is what i use all the time, ever since schoolWhat a deal, can't buy a good ball point pen for that price, let alone a real ink pen.
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I have one, and lol, still trying to use itWhat a deal, can't buy a good ball point pen for that price, let alone a real ink pen.
Had a very nice stereo system in my Mopar. One night some one pinched it. Bought another nice system, and yup, gone! Yes, bought another one, lol, but this time it actually stayed in my car. Thinking the one who was doing the pinching got busted.
This is almost what my vehicle looked like
The colour was the same, but the pin stripes weren't that thick. After a couple of yrs someone pinched the fin off the trunk, then a few yrs after that someone else crashed it. Then after that, I found the fin for it, lol.
Everyone wanted to race me, but it only had a 318 v8 in it and no posi trac rear end, so I declined on each race. Still miss my car
Oh, I wasn't old enough when they first came out, so it was out of style by the time I bought it.
I hate roosters....yup was chased by one, same with a goose, lol.
Had a very nice stereo system in my Mopar. One night some one pinched it. Bought another nice system, and yup, gone! Yes, bought another one, lol, but this time it actually stayed in my car. Thinking the one who was doing the pinching got busted.
This is almost what my vehicle looked like
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The colour was the same, but the pin stripes weren't that thick. After a couple of yrs someone pinched the fin off the trunk, then a few yrs after that someone else crashed it. Then after that, I found the fin for it, lol.
Everyone wanted to race me, but it only had a 318 v8 in it and no posi trac rear end, so I declined on each race. Still miss my car
Oh, I wasn't old enough when they first came out, so it was out of style by the time I bought it.
What the heck IS that? I'm embarrassed to say I can't tell! I totally don't recognize it. And here I thought I was the big moPar fanatic, but maybe it's because my moPar days were in the 70s. What year was your car?
But I do remember buying my first moPar, a 1969 Dodge Coronet 2-door, for $395.00 cash. The seats were all chewed up by the previous owner's dog, but $25.00 at the local auto parts place got me some almost new ones. The tires and wheels, of course, had to be replaced with big fat tires on the back and regular skinny tires on the front, and brushed aluminum mag wheels all the way around, but then, THEN I was ready for the drag strip. My Coronet only had a 318 also, and a single-track rear end, but if you put one foot on the brake and then jabbed the gas pedal a few times, you could get BOTH rear wheels to engage, did you know that?
Yup, and then everyone thought you had a posi-trac rearend and you could do fabulous burnouts. That 318 wasn't especially fast, but it was consistent, and I won quite a few races just because of being consistent.After that one, I had a '66 Coronet for a while (it was called the Midnight Revenge), and then a '71 'Cuda with a 383 (bored out to 400-something) engine topped by two four-barrel carbs and a slap-stick automatic. Man, that car could MOVE. My blood races, just remembering the sound of it. It sucked at drag racing, though, too much torque. The tires would just spin and spin until they finally caught, whenever THAT might be, LOL! I couldn't afford slicks for it, or a trailer to haul it on, so I just watched the drags after that.
1978 Plymouth Volare Supercoupe. When I first bought the car, started to drive it where I was living and barely made it there, lol. Just had to change spark plugs and she drove like a dream. Than a little later, maybe a year or so, had to rebuild the carburetor. Did not know this about the brake and gas pedal, but really didn't need to know cause I knew I wasn't going to race her, lol.What the heck IS that? I'm embarrassed to say I can't tell! I totally don't recognize it. And here I thought I was the big moPar fanatic, but maybe it's because my moPar days were in the 70s. What year was your car?
But I do remember buying my first moPar, a 1969 Dodge Coronet 2-door, for $395.00 cash. The seats were all chewed up by the previous owner's dog, but $25.00 at the local auto parts place got me some almost new ones. The tires and wheels, of course, had to be replaced with big fat tires on the back and regular skinny tires on the front, and brushed aluminum mag wheels all the way around, but then, THEN I was ready for the drag strip. My Coronet only had a 318 also, and a single-track rear end, but if you put one foot on the brake and then jabbed the gas pedal a few times, you could get BOTH rear wheels to engage, did you know that?
After that one, I had a '66 Coronet for a while (it was called the Midnight Revenge), and then a '71 'Cuda with a 383 (bored out to 400-something) engine topped by two four-barrel carbs and a slap-stick automatic. Man, that car could MOVE. My blood races, just remembering the sound of it. It sucked at drag racing, though, too much torque. The tires would just spin and spin until they finally caught, whenever THAT might be, LOL! I couldn't afford slicks for it, or a trailer to haul it on, so I just watched the drags after that.
Every Friday or Saturday night was designated to wash the outside and inside of her, then on Sunday a nice wax and shine. For an older vehicle the paint was in superb condition and inside looked almost brand new, bought seat covers and a very nice car system that would thump
loved this car....still do... she was my baby, lol.
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Volare, yeah, that was after my moPar time. I can still hear the song, though. By 1978 I had moved on to Trans-Ams. I also suspect I might be quite a bit older than you.
I was always the baby growing up. Everyone I knew was older than I was. It's really jolting sometimes to realize I'm not the baby anymore, I'm the old granny.
By 1978 I had moved on to Trans-Ams. I also suspect I might be quite a bit older than you. I was always the baby growing up. Everyone I knew was older than I was. It's really jolting sometimes to realize I'm not the baby anymore, I'm the old granny.
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Boone's Farm and Mad Dog, I hazily remember those.Who drank any one of these back in the day
Then there was Falstaff where you could get a 6er for 99 cents. Had to make sure you had a church key...
they say that as you grow older your mind loses it. well i dispute that, ifi see a pretty lady my mind certainly knows what to do! trouble is it cant convince my body!!
i miss the days when a female wore skirts and did not think body hair was illegal!
emm in those days jiimi we cried,but now? nono no did not say that jimmi
iremember when at college the typing classes were down below on ground lever, our engineering classes were 2 storys higher, at lunch time when typists sat outside, some animals dropped condoms full of milk down on them!! geez bad bad boys!
good daysRemember when you were a kid and had to get all dressed up to go anywhere
So, if it was grandmothers that changed society with being wild,
A Message from the Grandmothers Who Rocked the World
Did you ever stop to think that the grandmothers of today were once rebels, rule-breakers, and icons of a generation that changed the world? To the twenty-somethings of today, let us paint you a picture of who we were—and still are at heart.
We were the ones who wore mini skirts so short they turned heads, tight pants that left little to the imagination, and high boots that made every step feel like a statement. Bras? Who needed them when freedom was the fashion?
Our soundtrack was legendary: Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, and Janis Joplin. These weren’t just artists; they were the heartbeat of our revolution. We didn’t just listen to their music; we lived it—singing, dancing, and feeling every note like it was part of our soul.
We rode in Mini Coopers and sped off on motorcycles that screamed independence. We smoked, we drank gin tonics, and we didn’t apologize for any of it. Muddy music festivals? We didn’t just go; we danced, we laughed, and we lived those moments to the fullest.
Our days were long, not because of endless scrolling on smartphones or binge-watching TV, but because we didn’t have those things—and we didn’t care. We were out there, in the world, creating memories, stories, and adventures that would last a lifetime.
So, no, you’ll never be like your grandmother. And that’s okay. But remember, someone had to tell you: the grandmothers of today were once the wild hearts who paved the way for the world you know.
Rock on, young ones. We already did.
how was this supposed to stick around?
Remember when you were a kid and had to get all dressed up to go anywhere
Who drank any one of these back in the day
OMG, Boones Farm and Ripple! Unfortunately, I drank those way more than once. They were $1.05 a bottle at the 7-11, and we (teenagers) would stand around outside and beg some kind soul to buy us a bottle. Most times, someone would, and then we'd go off and drink it. But it was all we could afford.
Mad Dog I tried once. Oh, ugh. But my girlfriend in high school had a pony who LOVED it. She'd have me pour some into her hands and Pony (that was her name, how original, eh?) would slurp it up like it was the best thing she ever tasted. Then we had a drunk pony. I should burn in hell for it, but I thought that was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. Back then. I would never get an animal drunk today. Not on purpose, anyway.
Those are the only kind I ever saw. What are they now? Plastic, I suppose?
I took typing class in high school. It served me well. At my peak, I could do 125 words per minute, but only on an IBM Selectric. That was the most perfectly ergonomic keyboard in my experience. I was pretty proud of myself.
I'm nowhere near that fast anymore, but I'm fast enough, I guess. These flat laptop keyboards are very unforgiving.i used to read the dandy and the beano. we never had playboy grrr
and women looked female.stand outside a store and lookk at 50 legal aged females,how many wear skirts??Remember when you were a kid and had to get all dressed up to go anywhere
I don't know why I feel silly enough to brag about this, but my parents gave me my own little TV for my bedroom when I was 13. It was great. My brothers weren't allowed in there.
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same speed as jimi talks!OMG, Boones Farm and Ripple! Unfortunately, I drank those way more than once. They were $1.05 a bottle at the 7-11, and we (teenagers) would stand around outside and beg some kind soul to buy us a bottle. Most times, someone would, and then we'd go off and drink it. But it was all we could afford.
Mad Dog I tried once. Oh, ugh. But my girlfriend in high school had a pony who LOVED it. She'd have me pour some into her hands and Pony (that was her name, how original, eh?) would slurp it up like it was the best thing she ever tasted. Then we had a drunk pony. I should burn in hell for it, but I thought that was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. Back then. I would never get an animal drunk today. Not on purpose, anyway.
Those are the only kind I ever saw. What are they now? Plastic, I suppose?
I took typing class in high school. It served me well. At my peak, I could do 125 words per minute, but only on an IBM Selectric. That was the most perfectly ergonomic keyboard in my experience. I was pretty proud of myself.
That photo doesn't make it look very appetizing, but I think cinnamon toast will always be around. It makes the kitchen smell wonderful when it cooks, and when finished, mmmm, crackly on top, spicy, sweet.
I still eat cinnamon toast. What's wrong with cinnamon toast?
I can vividly remember hanging on to those smooth steel bars, going around so fast my hair was flying out behind me. What a rush! And if someone fell off, well, that's what Band-Aids and Bactine was for, right?
I was thinking about peanut butter cookies the other day. For some reason, the old jingle, "Have another Nutter Butter Peanut Butter sandwich cookie?" started running through my head for no reason. And I realized, I hadn't seen a commercial for those in DECADES! I used to love them. Are they still around? Oh, I just looked, and you can get a pound of them on Amazon for $4.88. Hmmm... maybe I'll have to get some, just for old times' sake.
