Posted on 09/05/2025 2:06:07 PM PDT by DallasBiff
More than just 8 years :/ I’d point to the 1983 Thunderbird as when we first started climbing our way out, and engine technology didn’t really improve until 1986 and SEFI with EEC-IV.
I loved. I was 11 to 20 in the 70s.
Had a great time especially from 15 to 19.
11 Being oblivious to “stranger danger”Not where I lived.
65-75 was my wheelhouse.
1976 was the year that pollution control crap was mandated for cars ... downhill from there ...
I thought I’d died and gone to heaven when I first tasted an encherito. In fact driving by the same site today made me think of that 1975 treat when I was 17. Right after I’d picked up my pictures at Fotomat...seriously.
I still have my Bee Gees and the Saturday night fever records and play them to this day! They’re fabulous
One of the items on the list was Saturday morning cartoons.
My dad loved to sit with us and watch Bugs Bunny and the Road Runner. After my sister and I grew up and moved away, he still got up on Saturdays and turned on the cartoons.
and Donna Summer ...
#39 “Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland’s Thompson gun ...”
#40 “Blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top ...”
The 1970’s was the perfect storm for cars. We had the gas crunch, 5mph bumper mandates, and pollution controls. On Ed’s Auto Reviews he has a recent video where he goes over the catastrophic effect the 5mph bumpers had (like the Ford-style battering-ram bumpers that could down a tank).
Hah!
🎶 “Conjunction junction, what’s your function? You got and, but and or, they’ll get ya pretty far” 🎶
> And no DUIs ... <
And that was, of course, an enormous oversight. DUI drivers are trash. They kill.
And I’m not speaking from a position of moral superiority. Back in those days, I was once pulled over for poor driving. It was after midnight. And I was drunk. I got just a warning, and was told to please drive more carefully.
I should have been arrested. And I certainly would have been today. I understand how lucky I was. I didn’t hurt anybody, and I did not end up in jail.
Since then, I’ve never had even a single drink then got behind the wheel.
Oh definitely
I hitchhiked well into the nineties. Spent three days in a Little Rock police substation jail cell, came off first best in a fight to retain my bag against three Hispanic young fellows in California. Found myself on a desert road in New Mexico with NO traffic at night and set and stoked a tumbleweed fire atop the adjacent overpass until a police car came out from the nearest town and carried me to the road I should have been on. Nearly froze on a highway at night in Wyoming in November. Got out of a moving car in Alabama when the driver suddenly became threatening.
I got hit once by a drunk driver. I was so glad I was driving a ‘72 Torino and he was in an ‘85 Taurus. It was like a PT boat hitting a battleship!
“Dave’s not here” 😏
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