I'd love to have one of those. It'd be an awesome road trip car, far better than my '16 Ford Focus. Then again, the Focus gets 38 mpg on a trip.Originally Posted by Erik
I'd love to have one of those. It'd be an awesome road trip car, far better than my '16 Ford Focus. Then again, the Focus gets 38 mpg on a trip.
Yeah, when you have the IP addresses of all the root DNS servers memorized - (A through M), along with their owners and locations but can't recall your next door neighbor's cell number......
My daughter told me last month "Dad, you can remember a 32-character firewall password, but won't go to the grocery store without a shopping list!"
Because that firewall shit is important, dearie.
Had to down-shift to go up hill (88hp) but I was 16, it had wheels and went from A to B...freedom!
2nd car was a '66 Mustang GT, huge change!
Man, I so want one of those bad boys! I'd be blasting the Peter Gunn theme from the stereo, and smoking a cigar big enough to give an entire Latin American country emphysema.
With a blued steel and walnut pump shotgun in the gun rack, natch.
I do pretty much all of this as is - it took me over 2 months to convince a friend that his reload issues of not chambering was being a hair too long in OAL (someone else set it up for him), and shortened .015 and no more issues. He still won't case gauge because "i like to see the primers". I also really like 2 stroke motors with pull starts, and FJR/Goldwing motorcycles over naked liter bikes. I prefer J frames and 1911's. I still don't know what the right click on a mouse does.
My two 9mm 1911's do run like most people's Glock's (at least around here).
I'm 35.
I have a Stratoliner that belonged to my grandpa. He told me he donated blood for a guy (in the 40s or 50s I think). He said the guy took him to a hat shop in Dayton and told the clerk to give him the best hat in the store.
Or like Fleetwood 4551 which was flw 4551.
For decades Mississippi had only one area code. So you could call anybody else in the state by dialing 1 and then their number. Before area codes and associated technology, you dialed the operator and told her the city and state and then the phone number. All operators were female. In a small city, the operator knew everybody. Mary might dial 0 and ask Jane to ring Mabel. There was a good reason not to say certain things on the telephone.
Boomer stuff:
Beechwood 4-5789
There's nothing civil about this war.
When I was growing up the McColgan Hotel was a whorehouse located on the main street near two churches and the police station. As a joke we would might say that somebody's phone number was MCG xxx. One night a Baptist preacher fell dead on top of a prostitute at the Hotel. I was called upon to help carry him across town so he could be found elsewhere. I had one end. A cop had the other.
We would call "Chicken Delight" and order a dinner to be delivered to some hapless soul. Funny, how when we were kids we didn't realize how much the things we did and thought were funny would not be funny once we were older.
Laying on the hoods of cars, (sometimes taking emblems!), and a bunch of other stuff I prefer not to remember since becoming somewhat more respectable.
There's nothing civil about this war.
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