Posted on 02/26/2019 5:35:41 AM PST by vannrox
Was this guy following me around?!
Stopped at Andersens all the time going North, and the Union station was near my Grandfather’s old house in Escondido. I dunno, maybe it’s still there. Haven’t been there since ‘69.
Note the gas prices then. They had been between 18 and 26 cents a gallon since the ‘40s. Inflation was something you did to a balloon.
Someone time traveled a 1973 taillight onto that 1965 VW.
“It weird looking at these pictures, knowing that all of those cars are probably crushed.”
Sad to think about, but those were some good times. Yeah, no tats, no pussy hats, no hippy hair, and people actually loved their country.
Before my time.
Looks better than society today.
It wasn’t perfect either I know. No era was.
“Clean looking folks there. No tats....no hippie hair”
You made me think of something barely related. There have been complaints that there aren’t enough female pop singers today. I started listening radiotunes.com, “American Songbook” a week or so ago (they have dozens of music categories).
Lots of women singers of that type of music. Beautiful, feminine, fetching, very musical, lyrics without social commentary. Contrast that with the gritty type of music that is popular today. Women singing that material are hiding their female side. Who wants to watch a half-woman?
I could make the same observation about women actors.
That’s actually the only one I said,”That may not be right.” I’m not an expert on VW Beetles but that looks like a much newer than 1965 model. I drove both a 1960 and a 1963 and they both had different bumpers and much smaller tail lights. And no amber on the taillights. That looks to me more like a 70’s model.
Again, I’m no expert on VWs.
Yep, kids would eat a balanced dinner at home at 5:30pm with the family, now they suck down some burgers and fries.
Gives us those nice, bright colors
Gives you those dreams of summers
Makes you think all the world
Is a sunny day
Looking at the cars, I notice that cars had more style to them. I know those old cars didn’t get the gas mileage of today’s cars. But, they had certain design elements to them, not sure how to describe.
Back then, you could easily tell a Ford from a Chevy from a Pontiac from a Buick. Today, maybe just me, but so many cars look alike to me today. I could never tell a Hyundai from a Honda from a Toyota from a Buick today.
Back then, you could easily tell a Ford from a Chevy from a Pontiac from a Buick. Today, maybe just me, but so many cars look alike to me today. I could never tell a Hyundai from a Honda from a Toyota from a Buick today.
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Yup. Back in the day I knew what every car was. They had some real style. Now they are all just round and plain.
A Jaguar looks just like a Taurus except for the hood ornament.
Cars pretty much looked alike in the ‘20s too.
Today, front ends have to account for pedestrian safety, rollover standards require big door pillars, and side impact safety means higher beltlines. Aerodynamic demands make the general shape.
But makers miss the mark by not making premium vehicles that are more distinctive, as the higher prices allow for more expensive engineering instead of taking the cheapest route that’s going to look the same as everything else.
PP, thanks for the memories.
Though I was blind at the time, my parents are owed a debt
of gratitude that they drove the family over the miles of the USA. In youth, we saw beautiful landscapes, dirty Detroit, the majesty of the mountains and met Americans from all parts of the nation. A hands-on education.
Indeed the pre stoner era was the good old days and not the price of gas 29 cents.
The fun part was identifying the locale of the outdoor pictures before reading where they were taken. Got a surprising number of them right.
Noticed a lack of obvious smoking, though back then most adults seed to be smokers.
25.9 cent gas!
Never laughed harder in my life at the scene where Jonathan Winters destroys a garage. The scene was hilarious, but also the thrill of this new experience of a drive-in and watching such foolishness on a big screen through the windshield of the Oldsmobile.
Such a great memory. I'm going to ask my brothers and sisters if they recall it...
Parents took us up to Andersens's a few times when I was a kid, good times though a long drive before 101 was a freeway.
The road with palms and beach looks like Cabrillo Blvd in Santa Barbara.
Poor red-headed kid, somone already stole his hubcaps......
8 KIDS!
Myself - only 3 siblings=4
Every summer we’d travel in the station wagon on 2 to 3 week vacations. Normally to see Dad’s family (N.D., Minn) planned trips to other parts of the nation along the way. Usually we’d camp along the route, spending one night in a motel, for a break in a long week.
LOL at your story of the drive-in. Remember Dad being out of town and Mom took the 4 kids to the drive-in to see McClintock.
When relaying the story to dad, upon his return, brother told him it was a movie with bad language. Reason: it had 2 damns and a hell (spoken by whom, not quite certain, probably JW.)
A nightmare at times, the camping portion was a learning experience. Camped in Canada for a week and fished every day. BEST FISHING EVER! Caught a large Northern Pike. After placing him on the rope stringer, sat and watched him till we landed on shore once again. By that time, he had bitten the stringer almost in two. Made arrangements to ship the fish home, in ice, and when the family made it back to Dallas, we had a huge fish fry. Still have that fish head. Dad had it bronzed (similar to Baby Shoes). How we managed to keep it was a miracle. The tear in his mouth is easily seen and he might have easily escaped.
Great story, VK!
That’s quite a fish story... but I believe you!
Fresh seasfood and shellfish is what i miss most about living in the cold Northeast.
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