Remember when

If you miss it, just go to a reservation casino ...

 

So, I'm like 20 years into a project I started restoring a '77 Celica (the car I wanted in high school, but I drove a '72 Corona Deluxe). Initially I tried to go stock. There was 20+ feet of vacuum hoses going to all sorts of places on the carb, intake, other places, old plastic valves that probably didn't work, etc. I more than quadruple checked the routing. On a good note, it started up first crank, but it always ran rich.

Here's a pic. I used yellow silicone hoses, so easy to see.


I don't and won't live in CA, so I said eff that $hit and got a Weber.


Life got in the way and it's been sitting like this for many years now. I will finish it someday.

 

I grew up with parents that chain smoked and never opened the windows while driving so I always say that I smoked 2 packs a day as a child. Fast forward 40 plus years. One of our local Indian Casinos ( Is that not PC?) has a really nice venue for concerts. Unfortunately you have to walk through the casino from the parking lot to get to the venue. I had forgotten how bad I hated the cigarette smoke until I entered the casino. I have to say, I don't miss that at ALL!

 

I have a 70's truck. It has 5 vacuum lines.
Brake vac.
Choke pull off.
Air intake damper.
Distributor advance.
Transmission.
That's it.
How many people can list the vac lines without looking.??

 

My pops had a 64 Ford truck for years. The hood opened to 90 degrees to the engine compartment and you could sit on the inner fender wells with your feet on the frame while adjusting the valves and changing the plugs. I learned to do that at 12 years old. My pops would say "While I am at work change the oil, plugs and adjust the valves on the truck". LOL

 

sooooo good

 

I wish I had a picture of my first bike.
One evening after dad got home from work, we ate dinner and then hopped in the car. We pull into a bike shop. I don't recall much other than the bike wss in the front showroom window. I had to step up onto the platform to mount the red and black 20" Murray. This was long before banana bikes. I can still remember setting on the bike, looking out thru the huge picture window, watching traffic pass by. The salesman was helping hold me up. No training wheels.
The bike followed me home.
I don't remember much of the learning to ride and the falls.
I do remember wearing a path off the end of the sidewalk, to and around the huge maple tree between the houses and back.
I was maybe 6 or 7.
Yesrs later, when the banana bike kraze hit, I bought (with my lawn mowing money) a leopard print banana seat and high rise bars.
The front crank was small and everyone could outrun me, but in the woods I could our climb and out jump them all. New home constructions gave us tons of dirt mounds to climb and run around on. Everyone had to push their bikes up the mounds. I could just pedal right up. Jumping over ditchs was a riot. Most others couldn't get enuf speed up and would fall short...the "nut cracker jump" was a common phrase.
I had that bike for at least 10 years. Eventually, wore the crank bearings out.
Oh...and I remember mounting a Cox .049 engine from a crashed Stuka, under the banana seat. Some old nose spray bottle served as the extra long running gas tank and a D battery was the starter. Start the engine backwards snd I swear that 3 blade prop was pushing...just a little. No hiding with that engine screaming.
Good ol Murray...

 

I can. 1967 GTO .
1. Vacuum advance.
2. PCV
3. Choke pulloff.
4. Vacuum gauge on the console.
5. Brake booster.

 

Chicks dig it. An old favorite.
https://youtu.be/NdNo4gVZtLk?si=ebYxIomYfks7028K

 

Lmao, buddy Jimmy and I are working on his 64 ford truck. I'm in the engine compartment hovering over the carburetor lol, YUP, it backfires and burnt every hair on my face. I smelled burnt hair the rest of the day.

 

Remember when you made a phone call and a human answered the phone. Plus you didn't have to press 1 for English.

 

Remember calling time and temperature? Usually a local bank that set up an automated system.

 

Reminds me a bit of my first bike but mine was not bought at a bike shop but at a fair/flea market. Had the banana seat. Had a fat rear knobby tire. A normal front tire. Your story made me think about my bike riding lesson and getting going without assistance. Parents walking you do the street and finding the balance. Really something when you think about it as far as milestones in life go.

It's almost like learning to fly. That first ride without assistance and training wheels. Freedom.

 

Oklahoma, every county or territory if you prefer has a casino. Near every regular casino goer has drunking dents. Traditional times.

 

I have only 1 on my car. Air cooled vw

 

Remember when calling the next city over was 'long distance' and cost extra.

 

oh shit, yeah Ten Beers, that's epic. I do remember calling time. Ha.

or information for a phone number of a girl you had a crush on.

or when *69 became a thing.

Changed the prank call game. If someone prank called your house, all you had to do was *69 and it freaked them out hahahahaha.

Remember PRANK CALLS!

 

We were random prank calling one time when I was like 9, we ended up prank calling a cop's house lol Didn't go over well with the 'Rents.

Or prank calling and sending a pizza to someone's house. Pizza guy shows up to collect the money, "We didn't order a pizza."

At the time, Viacom cable remotes were universal. If you took your remote to anyone else's house with Viacom, you could change their channels. Everyone in our town had Viacom.

So we'd go walking down the block and stand in people's windows and change the channel from the bushes. HAHAHAHAHAH omg. I am dying just thinking about it. "They'd be like what the F?" Put their baseball game back on, change it again...

 

When I was like 12 or 13 I had a Dallas Morning News paper route. It was summer, around the 4th of July, and I had a friend that spent the night. He got up with me at 4:30 AM to hang while I folded papers and ride his bike along with me. He got bored while I was folding and started lighting bottle rockets and tossing them in the air. Well, the cop that lived 2 doors down apparently didn't appreciate it. He had come around back from the alley and surprised my friend with a flashlight in the face right when he lit one. My friend paused for a moment, but not knowing what else to do, tossed that one in the air as well while standing in the spotlight.

The cop made me go get my dad up and had my dad promise to take care of the matter. The cop left, and my dad just chuckled and went back to bed. He never said anything about it, lol. Not sure if he wasn't really awake or just being cool.

I still have an appreciation for the smell of the air and the quietness of those hours before sunrise, although I rarely get up that early.