Depends. On my old 71 Capris they were for quick windshield wiper hits. The brights we're on the stick. Worked out great when we were rally racing the Capris. You could go through mud and water without taking your hands off the wheel.
OK... so 2 connections to that car and your story.My Dad had a Ford Maverick (early 70s) that he bought brand new before we moved to Hawaii. He had it shipped over and and shipped back to the Mainland when we returned in the 80s. He loved that damn car. He made me wash and wax that damn thing once a week from like 3rd grade until I was HS age and he finally sold it. That's where I remember the High/Low beam foot switch. I knew every inch of that thing... I can even remember the smell of it's interior... I had to vacuum it with our old Electrolux canister vacuum that became the garage vacuum at some point. My Pops would inspect my work on the Maverick each time before I was released back into semi freedom.
That car was in unbelievable shape when he sold it. It was like his pet car not his daily drive car... he really didn't drive it much at all when we returned from the 808. He and I joke around about that car to this day. He wishes he would have kept it... I'm glad I will never have to spit shine it or even see it again.
#metooI also remember having to watch Speed Racer on a UHF channel IIRC (or was it VHF) and it was all fuzzy and could hardly see it
For harassing Trixie....#metoo
Wait. Not what that hashtag was for?
My dad bought me one of those cheesy uniforms when I was 5. I used to "Ram" the helmet against our stucko wall to make it look like our feersome four.My Rams fandom began with one of those catalogs. In the section where they sold those cheesy football uniforms, they had an action shot of Merlin Olsen (in the classic blue/whites). Saw the horns on the helmet and thought it was the coolest thing ever. That was 1972, and been a Rams fan ever since.
Only two?Old bastid!
I wore out two of these I drove it so much, lol.
Valley here. Corner of Corbin and Parthenia in Canoga Park. It got hot there.Jeez - it only got hot in LA for one week in August (unless you lived in the valley or riverside)
You had to love the smog alerts back in the day. You couldn't go out at all for recess or lunch but at least you could duck and cover under your desk for drills. And they would encourage parents to pick up their kids as there was no busses until they tried to bus kids around to other districts.I don't know where you lived, but it was VERY hot In Whittier. Multiple days in the 100's, 3rd stage smog alerts....No humidity like in Houston (lived there for a couple of years), but it was hot.
Three. My favorite was the peach colored one. #imnotgayHow many "Member's Only" jackets did you own?
Yeah... One is more awful than the other.I know I am going to be in trouble with the Beiberites but have you actually heard him sing live
I had the grammies in the background and heard this screeching
I said to myself - who the fuck is singing this song and why do people think he can sing
Turns out it was Beiber
Live Beiber and radio Beiber are two completely different voices.
Train trying to out old everybody.me and a friend started taking bets on the football % horseracing 1n 1977, the year Seattle Slew won the Triple Crown.
train
You don't remember Mod Rods?Only other sticker I remember seeing on cars more often were the Zog's Sex Wax bumper-stickers.
OK... so 2 connections to that car and your story.
My wife's dad's cousin's son (WTF is THAT in relation?) had this thing for ripping off those cars along with his buddies - or so I later found out. I have no idea why.
So when we first moved to Portland, OR, he invited me to go to a strip club with some of his buddies. Well... It was considered a juice bar as they had lost their liquor license for serving underage. So from time to time, we were going out to the parking lot to have a few swigs. At one point, one of the guys comes swinging around the parking lot in a shiny orange Maverick and tells us to hop in. M'okay.
Welp... As we're heading down I-5, he tells us he had just hot wired it in the parking lot.
Nope. Wasn't drunk enough for that. I head locked him from the back seat and told him he could either pass out and crash or let me out on the side of I-5. I wasn't going to jail for this douche.
I walked about 2 miles to a pay phone and had Becky pick me up.
About a week later I simply cold cocked the idiot when he had the audacity to come by joking about it.
The other is way simpler. I grew up with that Electrolux canister vacuum and even took it with me when I went to college. Let me guess. Grey, weener dog looking thing that you flipped open to retrieve the bag. Best damned vacuum I've ever owned to this day.
Is that what the kids called it back then?
So funny reading grown assed men talking so fondly about this toy, and I am right there with ya...lolJamming your feet into the pedals and pulling on the hand break until all your wheels were flat spotted. Good times.
I went to the midnight movies a fair amount. They had them every Friday and Saturday night at the Freemont theater in San Luis Obispo. We'd get stoned to the gills and go watch a really bad movie. It was the only time that talking and being raucous in a theater was not only tolerated but encouraged.I bet @RamFan503 participated in this!