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Thinking about the old car stereos now I'm recalling the cars I had them in.

Had an amazing Alpine stereo in my 73 Nova SS, blowing down the highway at a speed as fast as the metal I listened to.

Now, flash forward to now. I go to work for 5am so hardly any traffic. Other day I have Boneyard on and Iron Maiden's die with your boots on comes on. I have it cranked to the max singing along and look down and the speedometer is touching 100. My first thought was.... yeah, baby, part of me will be sixteen forever!
 
Mornin' Do you watch the UFL?
I didn’t watch any of the opening day games on TV yesterday because we spent the day having an early Easter dinner with kids and grandkids. Might make ham and cheese omelettes with the leftover ham and catch a bit of UFL today though. Looks like the weather is gonna be nice today so I’m gonna take the Indian Roadmaster out for a spin first.
 
Thinking about the old car stereos now I'm recalling the cars I had them in.

Had an amazing Alpine stereo in my 73 Nova SS, blowing down the highway at a speed as fast as the metal I listened to.

Now, flash forward to now. I go to work for 5am so hardly any traffic. Other day I have Boneyard on and Iron Maiden's die with your boots on comes on. I have it cranked to the max singing along and look down and the speedometer is touching 100. My first thought was.... yeah, baby, part of me will be sixteen forever!

My go to song for after work frustrations sitting in awful traffic is AC/DC 'Back in Black' :D :cool:
 
Thinking about the old car stereos now I'm recalling the cars I had them in.

Had an amazing Alpine stereo in my 73 Nova SS, blowing down the highway at a speed as fast as the metal I listened to.

Now, flash forward to now. I go to work for 5am so hardly any traffic. Other day I have Boneyard on and Iron Maiden's die with your boots on comes on. I have it cranked to the max singing along and look down and the speedometer is touching 100. My first thought was.... yeah, baby, part of me will be sixteen forever!
Something about cars and music.

Brings out the inner 17yo in all of us.

Whatever happened to your nova? (Only asking because my neighbor still has his 1971 Oldsmobile 442)

I like this song by the dictators for driving. Heavy metal and punk rock meets The Beach Boys.
 
At work, there is the most stunningly beautiful woman w gray/white hair (she is S African btw). She is just a picture of absolute beauty.

Going back 10-12, yo, I didn’t find women w gray hair very exciting. But now I am amazed at how beautiful women can be w gray hair. It’s a newly found turn on.
Tastes anf the things we find atttactive do mature with age. It can also be that when we were much younger, we wouldn't have given a 50+ women a second look. Our immediate senses, on the most cursory of glances, would automatically slot her into the "Old and not worthy of further scrutiny" category, and we wouldn't have taken the time to notice her real beauty.
 
Thinking about the old car stereos now I'm recalling the cars I had them in.

Had an amazing Alpine stereo in my 73 Nova SS, blowing down the highway at a speed as fast as the metal I listened to.

Now, flash forward to now. I go to work for 5am so hardly any traffic. Other day I have Boneyard on and Iron Maiden's die with your boots on comes on. I have it cranked to the max singing along and look down and the speedometer is touching 100. My first thought was.... yeah, baby, part of me will be sixteen forever!
I'll never forget as a youngster (about 22 or so), speeding down the higjway on my way home from work in my yellow Alfa Romeo on a Friday afternoon, all hyped for the weekend. I had my Sony Walkman in my pocket, headphones on, and Judas Priest blasting in my ears. I did hear the crazy wailing sound, but took it as part of the music (I could have been a little stoned at the time). Suddenly the track climaxed and came to an abrubt ending, but the wailing noise continued. It was then that I looked in my rearview mirror for the first time and saw the flashing blue lights. I immediately slowed down, the cop came alongside and motioned me to pull over. I thought I was in a shitload of trouble, but to my amazement, after giving me a severe tongue lashing he sent me on my way without a fine or anything. He had apparently been behind me for some time, and realized I couldn't hear his siren. I honestly wasn't even paying attention to my rearview mirror, presuming that at the speed I was going, nobody would be trying to pass me.
 
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Something about cars and music.

Brings out the inner 17yo in all of us.

Whatever happened to your nova? (Only asking because my neighbor still has his 1971 Oldsmobile 442)

I like this song by the dictators for driving. Heavy metal and punk rock meets The Beach Boys.
The Nova met its end when I was T-boned by a 1979 Lincoln Town Car who blew a red light, bent the damn frame on it. I pulled the motor, but ended up selling it not putting it in anything else.

In 2001 I found a 73 SS all beat to crap and someone had a 250 in it. I bought it, found a 396 for sale and put that in and began restoring it. But at a year later we were in the process of opening up the comic shop and between needing a little extra money, and knowing I wouldn't have time to play with the car, I sold it to my wife's cousin....who promptly wrapped it around a pole on RT 1 in Saugus. Jack ass.
 
I'll never forget as a youngster (about 22 or so), speeding down the higjway on my way home from work in my yellow Alfa Romeo on a Friday afternoon, all hyped for the weekend. I had my Sony Walkman in my pocket, headphones on, and Judas Priest blasting in my ears. I did hear the crazy wailing sound, but took it as part of the music (I could have been a little stoned at the time). Suddenly the track climaxed and came to an abrubt ending, but the wailing noise continued. It was then that I looked in my rearview mirror for the first time and saw the flashing blue lights. I immediately slowed down, the cop came alongside and motioned me to pull over. I thought I was in a shitload of trouble, but to my amazement, after giving me a severe tongue lashing he sent me on my way without a fine or anything. He had apparently been behind me for some time, and realized I couldn't hear his siren. I honestly wasn't even paying attention to my rearview mirror, presuming that at the speed I was going, nobody would be trying to pass me.
I’m reminded of the first time I was pulled over for speeding. I was 16 and my parents let me drive their Dodge Dart to San Francisco to a Grateful Dead concert. It was about an hour from home and I was hauling my buddies up Highway 101 at about 75 mph when I noticed the red light flashing behind me.

I immediately pulled over and knowing we had weed in the car, was thoroughly obedient and respectful to the CHP officer. As he was writing my ticket, one of my buddies thought it would be smart to make a snarky comment.

From the back seat, he said “come on officer! We’re going to see The Dead!”

With a disgusted look on his face, the cop stuck his head in the window and said “Are you going to see them or are you going to join them?”

The fine was expensive but the concert was great.
 
For sure...my dad was a professional driver.... trust me there is a difference. He drove almost 3 million miles accident free. By the way it is $250,000 miles one way to the Moon. He was a road star, and when he retired last year was inducted into his company's Hall of Fame. He was 83 when he's retired. I have an uncle that died in a truck accident caused by a car coming out and cutting them off from a dog racing track. His load shifted when he tried to break he turned the wheel to miss them so he didn't kill them all and it killed him instantly. And when I was in second grade something similar happened to my dad and he was caught inside of it on fire and metal was Dripping on him. Bad drivers are bad drivers doesn't matter what kind of wheel they're hanging on to. But when you're driving around 85,000 lb loaded bad stuff happens
That is a very impressive driving record that your dad maintained! I know a few long haul drivers whom have retired now, and they too all have interesting stories
 
Here’s our 1970 Torino wagon. 351 Cleveland.

It currently not running… I have a bad wire somewhere, and it’s continually draining the battery. I have to install an electrical cut off.

for what its worth....check your interior light door switches, and interior lights....my folks had a car with a draw, turns out it had a central interior light on the roof....a wire rubbed through and was touching the metal, and that solved the problem....if you have a meter on the battery, and start pulling the fuses one at a time with somebody watching the meter, you may be able to track down what circuit is the issue....older cars are nice as they only have a dozen fuses
 
I've been going gray since before I was "a woman" (shows up on my mom's side of the family here & there). Silver & Black was the IT color combo a while back. One of my sisters had a silver/black wedding. She told the stylist to accentuate my gray and make it stand out & shine.

That same year, I had a customer in the office ask where I got my hair done. Her friend clued me in that she wanted to know who colored my hair. She was hella pissed to hear that Mother Nature was my hair stylist. She may have thought I was just keeping a good stylist a secret, but that wasn't it at all.
 
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For real! I feel like I'm running an ICU here and he's on his call light every 5 minutes! He is so needy! 🙄😤

So, do we have any lawyers in our group? What happens if he "accidentally" gets strangled or something? Can I plead temporary insanity, dementia, or something? 🤣🤣🤣
I'm not a lawyer ... but according to the murder mysteries I've read, strangling is likely to leave clear indications of force.

Try a pillow, and then you can honestly explain ... "well, he was having trouble breathing."
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Sad that his buddy died….

Animals can be pretty intuitive.



I knew nothing about horses when I rented a corner here 3+ years ago when I came to town to work on an extended assignment. He chumped me for being ignorant. He knew humans better than I knew horses. But he got I'll 3 months later and I stayed with him. We were better when he got better, so he made himself available - I don't know what you call it. He took an interest in me, so I returned his interest, and we got to be buds. He would detach from the herd to come to see the human. We'd stand and visit and he'd hang his head while I rubbed his ears and he'd chew his tongue and sometimes he'd drool a little. It was really funny.


Guess who always got the lion's share of apples? They're not like 70s hippies. They don't care about stems and seeds.
 
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I knew nothing about horses when I rented a corner here 3+ years ago when I cam to town to work on an extended assignment. He chumped me for being ignorant. He knew humans better than I knew horses. But he got I'll 3 months later and I stayed with him. We were better when he got better, so he made himself available - I don't know what you call it. He took an interest in me, so I returned his interest, and we got to be buds. He would detach from the herd to come to see the human. We'd stand and visit and he'd hang his head while I rubbed his ears and he'd chew his tongue and sometimes he'd drool a little. It was really funny.


Guess who always got the lion's share of apples? THey're not like 70s hippies. They don't care about stems and seeds.
That's a heart warming story.
 
I knew nothing about horses when I rented a corner here 3+ years ago when I came to town to work on an extended assignment. He chumped me for being ignorant. He knew humans better than I knew horses. But he got I'll 3 months later and I stayed with him. We were better when he got better, so he made himself available - I don't know what you call it. He took an interest in me, so I returned his interest, and we got to be buds. He would detach from the herd to come to see the human. We'd stand and visit and he'd hang his head while I rubbed his ears and he'd chew his tongue and sometimes he'd drool a little. It was really funny.


Guess who always got the lion's share of apples? They're not like 70s hippies. They don't care about stems and seeds.
Seeds & Stems Blues.
 
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