The Briefing Room
General Category => General Discussion => Topic started by: Right_in_Virginia on March 26, 2016, 07:32:25 pm
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How's This for Nostalgia?
http://whs65.org/PDF%20files/How.pdf
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I especially love the gym uniforms and fireflies ^-^
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Small confession time.
Last autumn, I borrowed a bicycle (my grandsons). First thing I did was grab the playing cards and clothespins. :laugh:
Life's too short to be an adult ALL the time.
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When a 57 Chevy was everyone's dream car...to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch
submarine races, and people went steady.
It was my first car. Of course it wasn't new when I bought it, but it was a beauty. Wish I had never sold it.
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My first car was a 1953 MG TD, purchased in autumn 1964
(http://cdn.barrett-jackson.com/staging/carlist/items/Fullsize/Cars/133486/133486_Front_3-4_Web.jpg)
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Do you still own the MG? If not, what year did you sell it?
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Do you still own the MG? If not, what year did you sell it?
I sold it a year and half later in 1966, after I drove it into the ground, which is what 17 year olds do.
Too bad I didn't keep it, along with a few others. 1967 Porsche (in 1986), 1967 VW Camper (in 1971), etc.
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I sold it a year and half later in 1966, after I drove it into the ground, which is what 17 year olds do.
Too bad I didn't keep it, along with a few others. 1967 Porsche (in 1986), 1967 VW Camper (in 1971), etc.
Yes, a '57 Chevy could take the abuse. The MG was a more refined vehicle. I'm not a gearhead, but after having to drive 4X4s for years I started collecting a few vehicles that I couldn't afford and a few I didn't even want when I was young. I can only drive them for 6 months of the year at best, but I enjoy that time.
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I especially love the gym uniforms and fireflies ^-^
Those gym uniforms were the worst! Hate to admit it, but we used to rip the glowing tails off of the lightning bugs and stick them all over our arms in the dark, and dance like Go-Go girls!
:laughingdog:
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Those gym uniforms were the worst! Hate to admit it, but we used to rip the glowing tails off of the lightning bugs and stick them all over our arms in the dark, and dance like Go-Go girls!
:laughingdog:
I never heard of that before. We would catch them in bottles, but usually let them go before we went to bed.
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I never heard of that before. We would catch them in bottles, but usually let them go before we went to bed.
You sound like you were a normal child...unlike we were, apparently!
I'm appalled by that now, but we didn't think anything of it then.
:wtf!:
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You sound like you were a normal child...unlike we were, apparently!
I'm appalled by that now, but we didn't think anything of it then.
:wtf!:
Where were you raised? I was raised in Wisconsin.
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Where were you raised? I was raised in Wisconsin.
I was raised in eastern Kentucky.........
(that probably explains it) :laugh:
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I was raised in eastern Kentucky.........
(that probably explains it) :laugh:
You probably had more fireflies than we had. :beer:
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Yes, a '57 Chevy could take the abuse. The MG was a more refined vehicle. I'm not a gearhead, but after having to drive 4X4s for years I started collecting a few vehicles that I couldn't afford and a few I didn't even want when I was young. I can only drive them for 6 months of the year at best, but I enjoy that time.
In 1953 the MG was still a pre-war 1930s designed car. It had wooden frame members for example. Top speed was 77, so running for an hour at 65 was a strain.
When we got the car I was 16 and my father was 38 so it was somewhat a second youth toy for him to have around. But it was my car and I ran it hard until the engine was finished.
It was said that the British sports cars during the 50s had a destination in the states, with the guys that had some of their youth taken by the war. My father fought and was wounded on Okinawa (near the end of the war) and was discharged before his 20th birthday.
It was an attention getter, in an era of American V8 hot rods and the like. I was on the wild and reckless side, so the lack of power and speed may have kept me alive. We did drive the curves in the hills all out, and a friend rolled his Sprite and broke his neck.
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Small confession time.
Last autumn, I borrowed a bicycle (my grandsons). First thing I did was grab the playing cards and clothespins. :laugh:
Life's too short to be an adult ALL the time.
My Motto?
You have to grow older but you never have to grow up! :beer: