ezaircon4jc wroteDaughter had a '66 with the 289, though hers came with the auto. Was still lots of fun.Mine was a '57 Volvo (PV444?). It was fun, but not as much fun as its successor; a '65 (64 1/2) Mustang with the 225 horse 289, 4bbl and 4speed.
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Esteban wroteWe offered vacuum tube testing for the DIY crowd at my dad’s momFor us my dad would go the market back in the 60s to test tubes.
and pop TV store. 25 cents per tube. Folks generally arrived with a
lunch sack full of tubes, each carefully labeled with masking tape.
One day a fellow came in and proudly poured his sack full of labeled
tubes on the glass counter top. Then he pointed to one “tube” and
mentioned that he had a difficult time removing it. The “tube” was
an aluminum case electrolytic capacitor. It had plier marks on it. We
had to give the guy some bad news…
Yes I did pull the mini into the space but I did back up as I knew how the game was played by then.
On learning to drive:
Farm Tractor to Stake Bed truck (creeper gear) Hay hauling, to "three on the tree" 60's step side Chevrolet pick up that that the corner stone of any good farm.
Car-Addicted wroteI remember them from camping treks to Florida. I used to love the pecan rolls they sold.This might be a regional trip down memory lane.
Dad said if I wanted a new bike, I had to earn it so he set me up in the roadside strawberry business
Got the bike and ended up working for a Bike shop for .75 a hour as a errand boy.
I was 13 at the time.
Car-Addicted wroteAnd I drove my own car along the back road to the farm I worked at after school and on the weekends.
Dad said if I wanted a new bike, I had to earn it so he set me up in the roadside strawberry business
Got the bike and ended up working for a Bike shop for .75 a hour as a errand boy.
Car-Addicted wroteTwo jobs. First one was selling the evening newspaper at a downtown
Dad said if I wanted a new bike, I had to earn it so he set me up in the roadside strawberry business
Got the bike and ended up working for a Bike shop for .75 a hour as a errand boy.
corner grocery store. I was 10 years old. Rode my bicycle 6 miles round
trip to make maybe 10 cents on a good night.
Second job was a nearby paper route. Same bicycle, same distance
from home. 20 bucks a month, if no one skipped town (and some
bastards did).
3.0L wroteSecond job was a nearby paper route. Same bicycle, same distance
from home. 20 bucks a month, if no one skipped town (and some
bastards did).
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3.0L wroteSo many kids got their first "job" delivering news papers. Great developers of responsibility and financial experience. Really too bad that entry level job is not likely anymore.Second job was a nearby paper route. Same bicycle, same distance from home. 20 bucks a month, if no one skipped town (and some bastards did).
There is a special place in hell for anyone stiffing a little kid!
3.0L wroteNever had a delivery route but did sell the evening edition outside of the local supermarket. Was about 10yo as well.Two jobs. First one was selling the evening newspaper at a downtown
corner grocery store. I was 10 years old. Rode my bicycle 6 miles round
trip to make maybe 10 cents on a good night.
Second job was a nearby paper route. Same bicycle, same distance
from home. 20 bucks a month, if no one skipped town (and some
bastards did).
vreihen16 wroteLove that movie. Here's another funny scene:
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The movie is filled with one funny scene after another.
cb804 wroteSimilar situation, except this guy looked my age and then said his DOB was 1941. He looked like he was ready, willing, and able to go shoot 18 holes of golf. I thought, "Damn, I hope I look that healthy at 85."Standing behind someone who was picking up a prescription... I overheard them asking for his date of birth. It was 2003. I have callouses older than that!
Car-Addicted wroteA paper route was my first job besides cutting grass for various homeowners/businesses. Remember walking home from grade school -- 5th grade -- and folding papers and filling canvas bags with them and draping the bags over my shoulders where I could reach the papers. I could throw papers with very good accuracy with both hands. In bad weather I walked the route and put the paper between the screen door and the solid door.
Dad said if I wanted a new bike, I had to earn it so he set me up in the roadside strawberry business
Got the bike and ended up working for a Bike shop for .75 a hour as a errand boy.
Think I had over 100 customers. All in one subdivision maybe 1/2 mile -- taking a short cut -- distant from my house.
Because the route was on the outskirts of town the profit per paper was higher than for the other paper routes in town. But I don't remember the numbers now.
Made enough/saved enough to buy a new 26" Sears bicycle. And then enough to buy a new 22" gasoline powered lawnmower. After about 2 years the news paper company lowered my profit to what the other routes were paying and I quit the news paper delivery business.
I bought my first BMW when I was 38 years old. It was a beautiful, to me, 1988 528e with 5 speed. What a great car it was. It's hard to believe I've been driving the brand for 38 years now.
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sygazelle wroteMy first was a '77 633 CSi. Bought it in Germany in '84. I haven't owned one since 2013, though....when you've been driving BMWs since 1987 and been driving them half your life.
I bought my first BMW when I was 38 years old. It was a beautiful, to me, 1988 528e with 5 speed. What a great car it was. It's hard to believe I've been driving the brand for 38 years now.
vreihen16 wrotePlease put up a warning, I spat out my coffee while laughing.
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vreihen16 wroteLooks like Ozzy and Motley Crue.
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