She just walked away from it. It was 1956 and my 18-year-old oldest sister parked her 1937 Ford sedan in our back yard and she never drove it again. Never mind it was almost twenty years old and her very first car. A dusty relic far as she was concerned. A rolling museum antique. ManyContinue reading “One man’s car is another man’s low rider”
Category Archives: Driving
Look at that little ball go.
Watching and watching. Way back when our youngest daughter-40 was only youngest daughter-3 Sheba(aka spouse) and I took youngest daughter to the science museum in Boston. This was back when Sheba was in grad school at Simmons College 1986. When you enter the main lobby of the science museum there was a large squareContinue reading “Look at that little ball go.”
Travel the world and buy a bank.
International Travel. East Los Angeles 1956. We got a call from our uncle Kelly wanting to know if we cousins want to drive with him to Tijuana Mexico. A good two hours south. And again this was pre-Interstate driving down the coastal highways. Driving the PCH and other coastal roads. So uncle Kelly shows upContinue reading “Travel the world and buy a bank.”
We need to stop making more cars.
The year of the embargo. The price per gallon went from 29-cents to 59-cents almost overnight. The year was 1973 and we were living in Hawaii. Our favorite place to fill up our 1963 Plymouth Valiant with regular gasoline was at the Penny automotive center just down the street and above Peral harbor. BackContinue reading “We need to stop making more cars.”
No one knew we were coming.
Another from the first ten years. It probably was Summer 1952. Now there was one or maybe two summers our ‘Old Maid’ redhead Aunt Elsie drove we kids and our mom up to Portland, Oregon to my mom’s and Aunt’s Brothers’s house. Maybe he was also we kids uncle. Are you following me? But anyway,Continue reading “No one knew we were coming.”
Stay on your side of the car. You’re touching me.
Our August vacations 1950 to 1963. Being the low man on the vacation totem pole my dad got his vacation time off in August. The hottest month of the year. Most of our annual vacations were driving to Oklahoma from Los Angeles. This was pre-Interstate on the southern route going through Yuma through southern Arizona,Continue reading “Stay on your side of the car. You’re touching me.”
Our vacation summer 1952.
What to do with an eight-year-old boy? We were on, what they call vacation. Our family and my Aunt Elsie drove from California all the way to Oklahoma. My dad, mom, older brother, youngest sister, and myself rumbled through the heat and dust storms in order to visit kinfolk in Oklahoma. Never mind they inContinue reading “Our vacation summer 1952.”
If I were a car, I’d be a Beetle.
Automobile manufacturers! Do this! First a bit about my car and my thrifty background. The most fun I ever had driving any vehicle was back in my college years living in Los Angeles. Spring 1967 up to my first real job in 1969. Driving a car by the seat of the pants and mostly handsContinue reading “If I were a car, I’d be a Beetle.”
Grapes of Wrath? Not here.
Before the sun peaked over the horizon, Carl would be up and crossing the road with two 2-gallon buckets. He was headed for the school house across the county road where he filled each bucket with fresh well water from the hand pump. Then carry Ing both buckets full he slowly started back to hisContinue reading “Grapes of Wrath? Not here.”
Fill it up and check my tire pressure.
Fill’er up Joe. It was a tall clear glass cylinder about two-feet tall and about 15-inches across with lined markings, Markings representing one gallon each mark. The heavy glass cylinder sat on a round red metal frame with a long handle parallel to the metal and glass tank. If you pump the handle a redContinue reading “Fill it up and check my tire pressure.”
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