Halcyon Times
Camp Fodder
Pfft, all you fancy shmancy car guys:
My dad had a ‘55 Chevy, baby blue 4-door. Gave island drunk a ride home and he left a cigar in the back seat. Woke up to smoke billowing out of the windows. Answer: pull what was left of the back seat out and throw two old tires for seats and a milk crate for trash in the back. Rode that way to RFK across the Bay Bridge many times. Seat belts?, pfft. A deer and a ditch finally put it out of its misery.
Late 60s Barracuda: baby shit brown with white leather interior. Slant 6 console automatic. Pops ran snow tires 365 days a year. Idk why but it was torquey enough that neutral drops would burn tires down to the cords. Put an 8 track in it for pops so he and mom could go down to the point, listen to Elvis and have “quiet time”. I’m pretty sure my brother was conceived in that car. I put it out on a rip rap bulkhead doing circle spins. Just dragged it off and kept rolling.
My grandpops loved Pontiacs. I loved the wide speedometers. The needle would spin all the way around, get buried and the back end would come up and go across. Same w Delta 98s. Don’t ask how I know but damn they were smooth and fast. And what a back seat in those bastards.
Friend had a Datsun 510(?) wagon. Great little car and fold the seats down booty wagon. Put it in a golf course water hazard. Again, drag it out and keep rolling. Those little shitboxes go for some pretty good money these days.
My dad had a ‘55 Chevy, baby blue 4-door. Gave island drunk a ride home and he left a cigar in the back seat. Woke up to smoke billowing out of the windows. Answer: pull what was left of the back seat out and throw two old tires for seats and a milk crate for trash in the back. Rode that way to RFK across the Bay Bridge many times. Seat belts?, pfft. A deer and a ditch finally put it out of its misery.
Late 60s Barracuda: baby shit brown with white leather interior. Slant 6 console automatic. Pops ran snow tires 365 days a year. Idk why but it was torquey enough that neutral drops would burn tires down to the cords. Put an 8 track in it for pops so he and mom could go down to the point, listen to Elvis and have “quiet time”. I’m pretty sure my brother was conceived in that car. I put it out on a rip rap bulkhead doing circle spins. Just dragged it off and kept rolling.
My grandpops loved Pontiacs. I loved the wide speedometers. The needle would spin all the way around, get buried and the back end would come up and go across. Same w Delta 98s. Don’t ask how I know but damn they were smooth and fast. And what a back seat in those bastards.
Friend had a Datsun 510(?) wagon. Great little car and fold the seats down booty wagon. Put it in a golf course water hazard. Again, drag it out and keep rolling. Those little shitboxes go for some pretty good money these days.
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