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Termyn8or -> RE: Are you a child of the 80's (2/12/2006 9:35:59 AM)
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How about the 70s ?
When looking for a car you bring along buddies who work on cars, of course not to check it for safety or condition, to ponder what is the absolute biggest engine we can put in here.
I would never consider a car with anything less that a V8, preferably big block.
I think that's a big thing that changed, nowadays I look for servicability and reliability in a car, back then it was, how big of speakers will fit, if it was big enough to make out in, and how far it could peel the tires on asphalt.
Houses, before I was a homeowner, looking for an apartment was waaay different. How many (make out) rooms ? Where does my couch go so it's easiest to pass a joint around and how loud can I crank the stereo. We didn't care about a garage or driveway, we'll put the 455 in the car out on the street !
A Woman shows up at the door with the police from another city and your legs turn to rubber at the words "well she is THIRTEEN". Luckily the only time cops from another city showed up was to tell me to turn the music down (both true).
I exceeded 100 mph (and still had a passing gear, that was the scary part)
HA ! it was logical that 8 track tapes should sound better than cassettes because after all the tape speed was twice as fast. But where the hell is the rewind button ?
I have bought cars cheaper than the stylus for my turntable ! (Audio Technica AT13ea cartridge, about $160)
One of the TVs in the house was black and white. And don't try to shove one of those newfangled solid state TVs down my throat, this is some kind of conspiracy (turns out that one was right).
Speaking of TVs, the remote control was the smallest, weakest or least dominant person in the room at the time. Children worked well for this.
Speaking of TVs, the 70s weren't so bad, in the late 60s nobody had VCRs and if us kids didn't shut the f___ up during Star Trek we were bound and gagged, and strangely some of us didn't enjoy it.
We were dirt poor for quite some time, now money isn't really a problem, strangely I would still go back if I had the chance. About the time I was 17 I got a GOOD job, and strangely I would gladly go back to before that time. I needed a good job, gasoline was about $50 a week, and this is back in 1977 !
Question: I was born in 1960, does that make me a child of the 70s ? I mean what is the formula here ? I mean it was a bit over ten years before I drove anything like a car or tractor. Wouldn't a child of the 60s be born in the 50s ? This confuses me.
Anyway, to sum it up, if you own an old Corvette you have my Father to thank for it's high value. He (a child of the 40s I guess) and his cohorts ran a chop shop. Many people had Corvette engines and trannies in their Ramblers, Fords and Morris Minors and such because of this elite group, that is until the cops knocked on the door.
Things were different, alot. We paid our traffic tickets at a bar. We were not perfect by any means. Putting someone in the hospital for screwing you out of a mere $100 was not uncommon. Don't look too hard at my girl, you can SEE that there's a gun in my pocket.
I walk into the bar and they hand me a gun, a Ruger revolver, looked alot like Dad's, they say, he's sleeping and this fell out of his pocket. It's not a good idea to leave it on the floor, somebody's kid might pick it up.
I got all drunk and pissed off, wrecked a place and attempted to burn it down, instead of dialing 911, they put out the fire and gave me one hell of an ass whuppin.
I shot the TV, and didn't even bother to unplug it until garbage day.
My stepfather punched me in the face REALLY HARD, and after I found out what I did I wasn't pissed off at all.
Now that's the old days.
T
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