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"Here in my car", said 80s pop hero Gary Numan, "I feel safest of all". He obviously never shared the same stretch of road as me, then. Automotive tales of mirth and woe, please.
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 12:34)
"Here in my car", said 80s pop hero Gary Numan, "I feel safest of all". He obviously never shared the same stretch of road as me, then. Automotive tales of mirth and woe, please.
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 12:34)
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White 1979 GMC Sierra
My favorite vehicle to date. My dad got it because Pres. Reagan used to chop wood for exercise and he thought that was a great idea, so he bought a truck to haul wood. It had an 8-track tape player, tan vinyl seats, and a three-speed on the floor transmission with a granny gear. My dad cut up the post for a street sign and made side rails even with the cab roof to hold the firewood.
Some favorite memories. Putting it in granny gear (a super low gear) and walking beside it on a straight track through the desert for miles while hunting jack rabbits. I just chugged beside us and we could get water, new shells or take a sit when tired.
Coming down out of the mountains at speed, hitting a huge bump and watching my brother's shotgun float in front of us until we hit with a boom. (wrecked the alignment on that one: cost my dad two new front tires, which wore out unevenly, plus the alignment. He mentioned he must have done it during a wood cutting trip. To my dishonor, I never admitted it, though I believe he knew and was only telling me to give me a chance to fess up. Cowardice). Went back and measured - airborne 25 ft. from start to finish.
Popping the clutch with my brother and his friend Kurt in the back and watching Kurt bowl around the bed while my brother and I howled with laughter. Kurt was apparently too slow and did this several times on the ride home. Was funny over and over.
Climbing hills in the granny gear that 4-wheel drives couldn't get up.
Pulling more than one friend out of ditches; moving everyone I knew during high school; camping in the bed over multiple weekends; listening to my dad's Elvis' Greatest Hits ad nauseum; watching my friend Greg break his nose during a drive in the mountains because he refused to wear a seatbelt.
Went to my younger brother after I got a Ninja 600. He had the misfortune of having someone hit it who had a car exactly the same bright, schoolbus yellow color as those posts they put by the gas pumps to make sure idiots don't hit the pumps and blow everyone up. Neither did nor I bought his story.
Rest in peace faithful steed!
Length? 194.5 in
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 22:31, Reply)
My favorite vehicle to date. My dad got it because Pres. Reagan used to chop wood for exercise and he thought that was a great idea, so he bought a truck to haul wood. It had an 8-track tape player, tan vinyl seats, and a three-speed on the floor transmission with a granny gear. My dad cut up the post for a street sign and made side rails even with the cab roof to hold the firewood.
Some favorite memories. Putting it in granny gear (a super low gear) and walking beside it on a straight track through the desert for miles while hunting jack rabbits. I just chugged beside us and we could get water, new shells or take a sit when tired.
Coming down out of the mountains at speed, hitting a huge bump and watching my brother's shotgun float in front of us until we hit with a boom. (wrecked the alignment on that one: cost my dad two new front tires, which wore out unevenly, plus the alignment. He mentioned he must have done it during a wood cutting trip. To my dishonor, I never admitted it, though I believe he knew and was only telling me to give me a chance to fess up. Cowardice). Went back and measured - airborne 25 ft. from start to finish.
Popping the clutch with my brother and his friend Kurt in the back and watching Kurt bowl around the bed while my brother and I howled with laughter. Kurt was apparently too slow and did this several times on the ride home. Was funny over and over.
Climbing hills in the granny gear that 4-wheel drives couldn't get up.
Pulling more than one friend out of ditches; moving everyone I knew during high school; camping in the bed over multiple weekends; listening to my dad's Elvis' Greatest Hits ad nauseum; watching my friend Greg break his nose during a drive in the mountains because he refused to wear a seatbelt.
Went to my younger brother after I got a Ninja 600. He had the misfortune of having someone hit it who had a car exactly the same bright, schoolbus yellow color as those posts they put by the gas pumps to make sure idiots don't hit the pumps and blow everyone up. Neither did nor I bought his story.
Rest in peace faithful steed!
Length? 194.5 in
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 22:31, Reply)
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