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Stories from back in the day when times were easier . . .

I know that feeling very well.....similar thing happened to me many moons ago. :lol:
I remember pulling up to pick up my date in my van, I was sixteen. Her father asked me if that thing was mine, and if I had to pay real estate taxes on it because it had a bedroom in it. I was asked to get a car or say good night. I went and got my Dart, picked her up and we went back to my place to drop off my Dart and get my van................
 
I remember pulling up to pick up my date in my van, I was sixteen. Her father asked me if that thing was mine, and if I had to pay real estate taxes on it because it had a bedroom in it. I was asked to get a car or say good night. I went and got my Dart, picked her up and we went back to my place to drop off my Dart and get my van................
Your daughter is perfectly safe in here! I will use my body to shield her from any danger! Lol

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One night I was out cruising around in my 68 Charger 383 automatic car, and we came upon a Duster and a Javelin, just as they took off racing each other. I had my friend Jim in the passenger's seat and a pretty blonde girl Linda in the backseat. I could see there was enough room between the two cars racing to fit the Charger through, so I blasted right between the two cars and beat them both. My friend couldn't believe it, and the chick was screaming were gonna die. It was a blast. I just turned to them and said I win! Lol This is the only picture I can find of the car,it was taken after the car was rear ended after beating another Duster and stopping at the next red light. The Duster came up behind me sliding sideways trying to stop,he didn't. That was on Thanksgiving day 1984.

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One of many. Came home one night and as I turned into my subdivision I went by my house and went to the bottom of the street and stopped half way up the other side of the incline. I'm in my 69 Grand Prix and went to a dead stop and dropped the hammer, once in second gear the car was standing still while the tires were doing 70 . I was now in drive and 50 feet from the crest of the incline pulling along slowly and smoke was rolling out. I saw headlights coming and when they started to come over the crest in front of me heading down towards me, the lights came on. I let off the gas and looked in my mirror. The smoke covered both lanes and the the front of every house coming up the incline. I saw him hit the brakes and only saw the tail lights dimly as he was engulfed in the smoke. He had to wait a few seconds so he could see a driveway to turn around in. I put it back to the floor and was hell bent for leather. The road had a slight bend to the right and a street on the left. I went left and flew four or five house down the street and pulled into the first driveway with an empty carport. Turned off the headlights, laid down across the console and waited. He went flying by, I waited a few seconds and backed out and headed the other way back to my house. When I got home, I got out and I could hear him in the distance, sirens blaring. I shock my head and headed in. One for me, many for them.
 
I got stuck on the "House wrecking party" part of this post....

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A couple of questions, please......
Where was this and why? Did he have plans to build another house on the plot?
Settling foundation.
Iron and copper water pipes with lead solder.
Layers upon layers of lead paint.
Asbestos here and there.
Crappy electrical wiring.
Termites and bugs in general.
No air conditioning.
Outdated heating.
Low R value insulation.
Overall, crappy construction.
 
Another from me:

I was out late one night with my buddy in his CJ5 (that I later rolled on the beach, repaired, and bought from him 2 years after that) cruising down the interstate. He pulled off on an exit that was one before the exit he meant to take to my house. He came up to the stop sign at the end of the exit and rolled right through it and onto the onramp across the street. I said, 'Hey, you missed that stop sign!' so he does a panic stop, hits reverse, backs across the street and back onto the offramp where he hits the brakes again, drops into 1st and nails the sign dead center with the front bumper and sends it flying over the top of the Jeep. He continues across the street back onto the onramp and looks over at me and says, 'I got it that time!'

Alcohol may or may not have been involved.
 
I got home from work one night in high school. My brother looks at me and asks "did he get ya", me "who", him "that deputy took off after you going to work". Me "don't know never saw him". We had left to go to work at the same time but my brother's truck could never keep up with my 71 cutlass supreme. I never even saw the cop to know I was being chased
 
I got stuck on the "House wrecking party" part of this post....

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A couple of questions, please......
Where was this and why? Did he have plans to build another house on the plot?
The house was being demolished to build two new townhouses on the same plot. Cheaper to demolish than relocate for someone else to use - which is common here due to the timber construction.

This is what it looks like now..... stolen from Google Maps....

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We do things differently down under. :lol:
 
Settling foundation.
Iron and copper water pipes with lead solder.
Layers upon layers of lead paint.
Asbestos here and there.
Crappy electrical wiring.
Termites and bugs in general.
No air conditioning.
Outdated heating.
Low R value insulation.
Overall, crappy construction.
D. - All of the above. :lol:
 
There has to be more stories worth sharing out there. :lol:

Do I have to remind everyone about the young woman I was shagging in my Mark 3 Zephyr, when she asked me stop for a minute....so she could have a chuck out the door.??? :rofl:
 
"Have a chuck" ?
Does that mean VOMIT ?
I had an interlude with a woman that was DRUNK....sometime in the mid 80s. I was plowing away and she turned to the left to barf.
That was a mood killer.
A couple of years later I was with a different one. Again, plowing away when she slowed me down and told me to stop. She got out of bed and ran over to look at the calendar, then said...."We're okay" and we went back to it. I figured it might have been a contraception issue. I didn't like rubbers.
 
"Have a chuck" ?
Does that mean VOMIT ?
I had an interlude with a woman that was DRUNK....sometime in the mid 80s. I was plowing away and she turned to the left to barf.
That was a mood killer.
A couple of years later I was with a different one. Again, plowing away when she slowed me down and told me to stop. She got out of bed and ran over to look at the calendar, then said...."We're okay" and we went back to it. I figured it might have been a contraception issue. I didn't like rubbers.
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My story from a similar thread:
Back in the 90s I knew a guy who got a used 85 Mustang GT and a couple of days later he went to show a friend in the Watts area. On a stretch of surface street he did around 80, and on a side street there were like 4 cop cars filled with trainers and cadets who instantly pulled him over and had him and his friend face down in a parking lot etc. He almost got arrested and the car impounded but apparently talked his way out of it. I call him an idiot whenever it comes up.



BTW did I ever share this old pic of a Mustang I had in the 90s?
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So yeah, it was me. Other fun details are it was a black area and I went to show my friend who was an older black gentleman, but I'm so white it would hurt your eyes to look at me on a sunny day. The cops asked if I was down there for a drug thing, searched the car and said the two of us are an odd pairing, was I speeding because I realized where I was and wanted to get out of town? While being questioned one of the cops who seemed to want to compensate for his lack of height made a point of asking the main officer if he can tow my car, probably wanting a reaction, so I didn't sell it.
I explained that he is my friend, who I know from the race track, I just got the Stang and got carried away since 3 days ago I was driving a 1981 Accord. He let us go and told me do that in my part of town, not his.
About 10 mins later while talking to my friend in front of his house one of the cops comes back, lights up and siren. We jump and then he gets on the PA "Hey, hey! Wanna race?!?!?" and they drive off laughing.
 
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