Remember when

60's People used to put them on the quarter panels, usually by the fill door if you had one. It was a Gulf Oil marketing thing.

 

oh yeah, i was just an itch in my daddy's pants at that point.

 

Remember when ---

we sent kids down large hills in archaic pieces of machinery known as Soapbox Derby cars? Wearing small plastic helmets. Sending kids barreling down massive hills without any questions or reservations about safety.


My cousin happened to win the one in our town around 1984. His sister, my other cousin, her car was painted like a vintage warplane with the shark mouth on the front. His was a little more straight laced. The cars the kids built in our town were not these bullet shaped, skinny tire types, the tires and wheels that were the cars in our town, were the wider, red steel wheels, sort of like wagon wheels, maybe 1.5-2.0 inches wide.

My cousin sent me down an alley in her's one time and I went right into a bush. LOL

What a time that was.

To kids 8-9, this hill in my hometown - South Milwaukee, WI, was massive. Coincidentally this is the same hill where I was standing in our front yard practice casting my Boy Scout rod and the electric plug on the line hooked onto the rear bumper of a purple Gremlin and tore all of the fishing line out of the rod......This gets mentioned at every family GTG to this day. I was standing where the arrow is.

 

(Iron) Ore pellets. Picked em up along the RR tracks as a kid. Great sling shot ammo. When I worked at the steel Mill later, we would get train loads of these in to make iron in the blast furnaces. Literally hundreds of tons at a time.

 

And now we have these. I have the 18 Volt version, works very well on small plants.

 

No soapbox derby cars here. I rode Tonka dump trucks down the steepest hills in our neighborhood. By 10 I was racing quarter midgets on the local stock car track . No nerf bars or roll cages. Just an open face helmet and a hoop roll bar. Nothing fires you up to win more than eating the gravel from the guy in front of you.

 

Gen X we were still part of the Evil Knievel generation.

Jim Rome: “Evil, if you knew you had a coin’s flip chance of buying it, why even try?” (to jump the Snake River)

Evil Knievel: “Do you know who the hell I am?”

 

Yup, built several , even won one. Dads doing.
Prior to 1984 .
Remember when kids grew up outdoors.
Getting cuts and scrapes, carrying a pocket knife whittling sticks, catching frogs and lightning bugs. Cutting forks off of 1 bike adding to another for a chopper style.

 

The chrome was thick and the women were women and the men were men Now get off my lawn!

 

THAT'S slick, like you I grew up on wheels and horses. Started out on a $135 mini bike from the Sears catalog. 1973 got the 1st year Honda XR75 just shy of $400. Add a zero for the same today.

 

Remember when the horses we rode had Wimpy P-1, King P-234 , Poco Beuno P-3044 or Leo P-1335. Remember the broncs of Grey Badger II. I can't count the number of times I was unseated.

 

Remember when cup of coffee cost a dime?

 

Boomer here, but you speak of Gen X, the Boomers get. Here's a southern gal who speaks about Gen X she's quite comical. I'd like to come across her channel but haven't found it yet.
https://youtu.be/NO1a7DP1Ewo?si=Er-6SmM6fBTt4xUz

 

My college years coffee shop did have .25 cent refills of self service drip coffee - 1995-2000ish.

The place eventually decided to turn into a bar / restaurant and ended up making TV for their meatloaf dish. Comet, Milwaukee.

 

With all the refills you wanted, and served in vintage coffee cups that fetch $100 on e bay.

 

My aunt and uncle had one of those and my dad would volunteer my a$$ to go over and trim around their trees and house.

My grandpa had one like that with the long handle and 2 little wheeled attachment. Snap the clipper in and now you can stand up...while being tortured...

 

I used to cut my grandpa's grass after he no longer could do it. Push mower. Take me about an hour. Not a huge yard. But it had grass on all 4 sides of the house. He would have me trim too. I originally offered to do it for him when it was getting harder - I wrote him a card or whatever and mailed it IIRC. He took me up on it. And he always insisted on giving me a $20 for it but I would always respectfully decline.

We'd sit at his workbench in the basement afterward, and talk, he'd tell me stories. When I turned 21, he'd start giving me a cold Hamms. LOL I loved that Hamms. He and my grandma would cook dinner, I'd stay for that, and then fall asleep on the "davenport."

Miss those days.

 

Riddle, quiz or question. NO GOOGLING.
BOY lemme tell you what.
What character used that ?

 

Unless they sold at her last garage sale, my mom has a set of Jarts in the box. I believe they're used, but servicable.