“Finger lickin’ Good.” Whoops wrong franchise, right sentiment though.
Spin
Still wrench’n on the Jag.
March 10, 2017 at 10:15 pm
Grunt GI
Hmmm
* screw
* hammer
* torque
* thrust
All these umm..mechanical words come to mind.
March 10, 2017 at 10:32 pm
Swansonic
Insert shaft into socket……
March 11, 2017 at 10:45 am
Pamela
You forgot the jack stands and the engine hoist.
March 10, 2017 at 10:33 pm
Tim Moyer
I LOVE those Carl’s Jr. ads too. If Sam asked me for a wrench right now, I’d probably hand her whatever tool my hand grabbed in the tool box. Chris, Thanks, This ‘ll make tuesdays storm much easier to deal with. 🙂
March 10, 2017 at 10:39 pm
Pamela
I had a pair of those pants back in 1974, but they were in pink.
Wore them with a black tube top.
March 10, 2017 at 10:41 pm
Grunt GI
I am assuming they left little to the imagination or ability to wear anything underneath?
March 10, 2017 at 10:44 pm
Pamela
Let’s just say if I had had a tattoo, you could have made it out what it was.
March 10, 2017 at 11:47 pm
Kafiroon
That’s it! I’ma-gonna build a time machine!
March 11, 2017 at 10:38 am
Pamela
The girl I was then was not as interesting as the woman I am now.
March 11, 2017 at 1:00 am
Grunt GI
🙂
March 11, 2017 at 2:58 pm
Grunt GI
Pamela, that is an excellent point. People in a committed relationship do get more “interesting” and “experienced” over time.
My wife calls it quality over quantity, if you know what I mean. 🙂
I had jeans in 1974 that were so tight you could read the dates on the dimes in my pockets.
March 10, 2017 at 11:51 pm
Kafiroon
We should probably all apologize to Chris. When all of us old buzzards get into girls, cars, drink, girls, guns, cars, drink, girls…
Anyway we tie up all the comments. Sorry Chris!
Why apologize? We’re here to talk to each other and enjoy things.
It’s what us old farts do.
My favorite was a tan ’67 Dodge Dart 4-door with a 440 six-pack, a rubber suspension that was jacked up all around, power steering that was so light it had no feedback at all, and drum brakes that I drilled to let the smoke out.
The throttle was more of an on/off switch, and turning a corner at anything more than a fast walk was a genuine “Oh, God!” moment, but those Ozark roads were so much fun. I still remember steering (what there was of it) with my right hand so I could hang onto the door with my left and not slide across the bench seat. And a right turn would put my girlfriend in my lap… It was the ultimate Q-ship.
I’m surprised I lived long enough to take the “teen off of the end of my age.
March 11, 2017 at 4:30 am
Southpaw
When I put my ass on a bench seat for the last time, it couldn’t come soon enough. What a pain those were, especially if you and the passenger couldn’t agree on where to slide it.
March 11, 2017 at 12:54 pm
Kafiroon
So many great stories. So many great cars. Friends were hot roders and built many different combinations with wild stories to match. My route was different and I never dealt with that. Built a kart, stole the tiller engine from dad, and got into sharp handling and brakes. Little brother got into the same, modified his 67 fastback mustang and won gymkhanas. I got the GT350 and we built the 67 of his into an A Prod SCCA car. When he went for engine we had Shelby’s info. and bro called Isky. Ed himself happened to answer the phone and was intrigued by a kid just old enough to run SCCA, building his own car, in Green Bay, WI, with an almost race Shelby 289. They talked many times. Ed sold us the cam he was providing Shelby and since Isky did a lot of the dyno work, advised on the headers. Since we had the Le Mans Holly, he was in winning local class A and the rest was history.
March 11, 2017 at 12:06 pm
MudMarine
Let’s talk cars & girls. The in ’75 I had a 69 Roadrunner, 383 bored.030 over, 4 speed, Hooker headers, Dana 60 4:11, Cragers all round, 12″ rear road tires. And a totally hot, 5’1″ 100lb girlfriend. We pulled & rebuilt the engine and the neighbors had fits because she wore her white bikini while standing in the empty engine bay scrubbing it down.
Later on I was at work & a guy asked if I still had the only red Roadrunner. I said yes & asked why. He said he saw it racing down on the highway. So when she picked me up I asked, she blushed & said yeah she & Betty we’re racing “a little.” My big question was “Did you win?” To which she replied “Of course!”
We celebrated our 40th this past Feb. but sadly her 17 year old brother begged me and promised me he wouldn’t race if I let him take it to Prom. Dumbass that I am I agreed. A wrecker brought the car home the next day, he didn’t come home for a week and then only came over with their mother.
I still hate him (sorta) and he still apologizes every time we meet, only every 3 or 4 years thankfully.
March 11, 2017 at 1:34 pm
NotYetInACamp
A nephew stole my hand made by Hobie himself Hobie surfboard. The nephew said the board was OK, but never took me to it starting at that moment which was the next day. Eventually the guy who got it made, as a personal favor to him of that board and another one he had made for his daughter, publicly humiliated my nephew at a family event by pressing the matter. I will say no more than the minimal pleasantries possible and nothing meaningful to him for at least the same amount of time that I had cared for, rode, and preserved the board. Starting from the time he liberated it to go surfing with his buddies. His buddies all had the short sticks. Mine was already a museum piece. Those short board kids had no respect for that long board and likely trashed it into a jetty.
I refer to Clint Eastwood’s character in Grand Torino. People must earn certain things.
The nephew never once apologized to me. My cars were all lesser to me than the board. Having Hobie shape a board is sort of like Carroll Shelby having hand made a Cobra.
Even the family company selling my irreplaceable short bed work truck when I went to college is nothing compared to the board theft. I have never seen a duplicate truck whenever I have searched for one since. Similar. but not the same. But always never another Hobie long board like the one stolen will exist except its fraternal twin.
Never did get any of the girls on miami beach excited about working on cars. They sent it to the dealer if anything was needed.
All of the gear heads were guys that I went to high school with.
You made a great deal with the fellow mechanic you have. that is the most valuable asset that you have. Cars and earthly treasure pale in comparison.
March 11, 2017 at 4:19 pm
MudMarine
So true, even w/o the car I got the best of the deal and she was & is a gear head, she was rebuilding the Holley 850 while I was putting the Mopar cam in – ahh, the old days.
We’re slowly (old & all that depressing shit) rebuilding a 91 BMW 325i convertible now. Auto not stick but still a classic. Really miss old Detroit heavy iron though. Maybe if I ever hit the lottery…. LOL
March 11, 2017 at 12:46 am
Doc Epador
Ok, what the Hell is Zed reading?
March 11, 2017 at 12:48 am
Doc Epador
And didn’t y’all notice the “boring” car parts…
March 11, 2017 at 10:55 am
WayneM
Yeah, I saw that…
Jan’s heritage is showing… She doesn’t get grease under her fingernails.
March 11, 2017 at 6:54 pm
Ozymandias
I saw a nice rear end.. I saw some nice headlights.. oh, yes.. there’s a car in there too.
These are the sorts of things that make life worth living. Oh yes.
March 11, 2017 at 11:57 am
John D. Egbert
Underboob, sideboob, topboob, totalboob — it’s all so very good . . .
March 11, 2017 at 3:26 am
Hardball
When I was about 14, the neighbors were painting their house. Their 18 year old daughter asked me to help hold the ladder while she painted at an upper window. I positioned myself under the ladder. She was wearing a shortened sweatshirt top similar to the above. Only.
I’ve had a good life and wouldn’t take anything for my loved ones.
Still, gimmee that time machine and those forty five years back, let me go do some more stupid fun 16 year old shit. And then I’ll come back to the present and live out my years gracefully…right. 😉
March 11, 2017 at 4:44 am
Pete231
Aw, right, Muir… Where’s the fender cover ? Don’t you realize how corrosive that mare sweat can be ? And, not to mention the abrasive effects that underboobs do to the finish. Thankfully she wasn’t wearing daisy-dukes. Respect the classics !
Pete, Daisy Dukes are cutoffs, not full-length. Cut off right at the crease in the glute.
March 11, 2017 at 7:36 am
Bill G
I’ve got no beef with buns like those. For ones like those? Another story.
March 11, 2017 at 7:49 am
Old Codger
Ah, Chris? I tried to look up Andrew “Puzdner” and found out his surname is actually spelled “Puzder”. Not sure if the misspell was intentional or not but if I were gonna misspell it I think I’d do it more like “Putz-der” or “Putzner”.
Oh, she’s actually working on the car? I thought she was assuming the position, and yelling for Z to bring her a tool.
March 11, 2017 at 12:49 pm
Grunt GI
Heh…I think we can refer back to SWANSONIC–Insert shaft into socket
March 11, 2017 at 1:39 pm
DASTARDLY DAN
I have a question for Muir’s Misfits. Some time ago, I was in a group trying to decide on a lunch venue. I suggested Hardee’s, a female in the group went to ground, stated in all capitals, bold, italic “I DO NOT EAT AT HARDEES, THEY EXPLOIT WOMEN!” I commented that I said Hardee’s, not Hooters. She replied “YES, THOSE COMMERCIALS!!!” After the showc wave passed, I told her that she had it backwards. Hardee’s pays the women in those commercials well, and they voluntarily engage in that employment. On the other hand, Hardee’s exploits men with those commercials, especially young men who somehow think if they eat at Hardee’s they’ll find a girlfriend who looks like Charlotte McKinney.
What say you, who was right?
March 11, 2017 at 1:52 pm
Grunt GI
Yup, you were spot on. Sex sells…even burgers. Those babes do those commercials for the publicity and to generate buzz…that’s how they stay “super” models.
They know EXACTLY what they are doing…
March 11, 2017 at 3:10 pm
NotYetInACamp
Right? In an argument with a woman? What planet do you live on?
March 11, 2017 at 3:11 pm
NotYetInACamp
🙂
March 11, 2017 at 1:52 pm
WayneM
As a non-television watching Canadian, I wasn’t familiar with the Hardee ads. Thanks to YouTube, I have corrected that omission. Yowza.
My first car was a 1965 red Austin Healey 3000 MK III. But my favorite was my Acura. I found a clear patch of interstate and took it up to 110. Felt like that car was floating.
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Zed! Look up & look at the bright side of things.
A prime cut, to be sure.
“Finger lickin’ Good.” Whoops wrong franchise, right sentiment though.
Spin
Still wrench’n on the Jag.
Hmmm
* screw
* hammer
* torque
* thrust
All these umm..mechanical words come to mind.
Insert shaft into socket……
You forgot the jack stands and the engine hoist.
I LOVE those Carl’s Jr. ads too. If Sam asked me for a wrench right now, I’d probably hand her whatever tool my hand grabbed in the tool box. Chris, Thanks, This ‘ll make tuesdays storm much easier to deal with. 🙂
I had a pair of those pants back in 1974, but they were in pink.
Wore them with a black tube top.
I am assuming they left little to the imagination or ability to wear anything underneath?
Let’s just say if I had had a tattoo, you could have made it out what it was.
That’s it! I’ma-gonna build a time machine!
The girl I was then was not as interesting as the woman I am now.
🙂
Pamela, that is an excellent point. People in a committed relationship do get more “interesting” and “experienced” over time.
My wife calls it quality over quantity, if you know what I mean. 🙂
I had jeans in 1974 that were so tight you could read the dates on the dimes in my pockets.
We should probably all apologize to Chris. When all of us old buzzards get into girls, cars, drink, girls, guns, cars, drink, girls…
Anyway we tie up all the comments. Sorry Chris!
Why apologize? We’re here to talk to each other and enjoy things.
It’s what us old farts do.
My favorite was a tan ’67 Dodge Dart 4-door with a 440 six-pack, a rubber suspension that was jacked up all around, power steering that was so light it had no feedback at all, and drum brakes that I drilled to let the smoke out.
The throttle was more of an on/off switch, and turning a corner at anything more than a fast walk was a genuine “Oh, God!” moment, but those Ozark roads were so much fun. I still remember steering (what there was of it) with my right hand so I could hang onto the door with my left and not slide across the bench seat. And a right turn would put my girlfriend in my lap… It was the ultimate Q-ship.
I’m surprised I lived long enough to take the “teen off of the end of my age.
When I put my ass on a bench seat for the last time, it couldn’t come soon enough. What a pain those were, especially if you and the passenger couldn’t agree on where to slide it.
So many great stories. So many great cars. Friends were hot roders and built many different combinations with wild stories to match. My route was different and I never dealt with that. Built a kart, stole the tiller engine from dad, and got into sharp handling and brakes. Little brother got into the same, modified his 67 fastback mustang and won gymkhanas. I got the GT350 and we built the 67 of his into an A Prod SCCA car. When he went for engine we had Shelby’s info. and bro called Isky. Ed himself happened to answer the phone and was intrigued by a kid just old enough to run SCCA, building his own car, in Green Bay, WI, with an almost race Shelby 289. They talked many times. Ed sold us the cam he was providing Shelby and since Isky did a lot of the dyno work, advised on the headers. Since we had the Le Mans Holly, he was in winning local class A and the rest was history.
Let’s talk cars & girls. The in ’75 I had a 69 Roadrunner, 383 bored.030 over, 4 speed, Hooker headers, Dana 60 4:11, Cragers all round, 12″ rear road tires. And a totally hot, 5’1″ 100lb girlfriend. We pulled & rebuilt the engine and the neighbors had fits because she wore her white bikini while standing in the empty engine bay scrubbing it down.
Later on I was at work & a guy asked if I still had the only red Roadrunner. I said yes & asked why. He said he saw it racing down on the highway. So when she picked me up I asked, she blushed & said yeah she & Betty we’re racing “a little.” My big question was “Did you win?” To which she replied “Of course!”
We celebrated our 40th this past Feb. but sadly her 17 year old brother begged me and promised me he wouldn’t race if I let him take it to Prom. Dumbass that I am I agreed. A wrecker brought the car home the next day, he didn’t come home for a week and then only came over with their mother.
I still hate him (sorta) and he still apologizes every time we meet, only every 3 or 4 years thankfully.
A nephew stole my hand made by Hobie himself Hobie surfboard. The nephew said the board was OK, but never took me to it starting at that moment which was the next day. Eventually the guy who got it made, as a personal favor to him of that board and another one he had made for his daughter, publicly humiliated my nephew at a family event by pressing the matter. I will say no more than the minimal pleasantries possible and nothing meaningful to him for at least the same amount of time that I had cared for, rode, and preserved the board. Starting from the time he liberated it to go surfing with his buddies. His buddies all had the short sticks. Mine was already a museum piece. Those short board kids had no respect for that long board and likely trashed it into a jetty.
I refer to Clint Eastwood’s character in Grand Torino. People must earn certain things.
The nephew never once apologized to me. My cars were all lesser to me than the board. Having Hobie shape a board is sort of like Carroll Shelby having hand made a Cobra.
Even the family company selling my irreplaceable short bed work truck when I went to college is nothing compared to the board theft. I have never seen a duplicate truck whenever I have searched for one since. Similar. but not the same. But always never another Hobie long board like the one stolen will exist except its fraternal twin.
Never did get any of the girls on miami beach excited about working on cars. They sent it to the dealer if anything was needed.
All of the gear heads were guys that I went to high school with.
You made a great deal with the fellow mechanic you have. that is the most valuable asset that you have. Cars and earthly treasure pale in comparison.
So true, even w/o the car I got the best of the deal and she was & is a gear head, she was rebuilding the Holley 850 while I was putting the Mopar cam in – ahh, the old days.
We’re slowly (old & all that depressing shit) rebuilding a 91 BMW 325i convertible now. Auto not stick but still a classic. Really miss old Detroit heavy iron though. Maybe if I ever hit the lottery…. LOL
Ok, what the Hell is Zed reading?
And didn’t y’all notice the “boring” car parts…
Yeah, I saw that…
Jan’s heritage is showing… She doesn’t get grease under her fingernails.
I saw a nice rear end.. I saw some nice headlights.. oh, yes.. there’s a car in there too.
These are the sorts of things that make life worth living. Oh yes.
Underboob, sideboob, topboob, totalboob — it’s all so very good . . .
When I was about 14, the neighbors were painting their house. Their 18 year old daughter asked me to help hold the ladder while she painted at an upper window. I positioned myself under the ladder. She was wearing a shortened sweatshirt top similar to the above. Only.
Maybe she was making a suggestion?
We were so stupid when we were young. All you got was a look? Yeah, we were stupid
Oh yeah we were stupid. Pamela said it best. The boy I used to be was a whole lot less interesting than the man I am now.
Maybe, for a given value of “interesting”.
I’ve had a good life and wouldn’t take anything for my loved ones.
Still, gimmee that time machine and those forty five years back, let me go do some more stupid fun 16 year old shit. And then I’ll come back to the present and live out my years gracefully…right. 😉
Aw, right, Muir… Where’s the fender cover ? Don’t you realize how corrosive that mare sweat can be ? And, not to mention the abrasive effects that underboobs do to the finish. Thankfully she wasn’t wearing daisy-dukes. Respect the classics !
Pete, Daisy Dukes are cutoffs, not full-length. Cut off right at the crease in the glute.
I’ve got no beef with buns like those. For ones like those? Another story.
Ah, Chris? I tried to look up Andrew “Puzdner” and found out his surname is actually spelled “Puzder”. Not sure if the misspell was intentional or not but if I were gonna misspell it I think I’d do it more like “Putz-der” or “Putzner”.
Hardies for Hardee’s…
Oh, she’s actually working on the car? I thought she was assuming the position, and yelling for Z to bring her a tool.
Heh…I think we can refer back to SWANSONIC–Insert shaft into socket
I have a question for Muir’s Misfits. Some time ago, I was in a group trying to decide on a lunch venue. I suggested Hardee’s, a female in the group went to ground, stated in all capitals, bold, italic “I DO NOT EAT AT HARDEES, THEY EXPLOIT WOMEN!” I commented that I said Hardee’s, not Hooters. She replied “YES, THOSE COMMERCIALS!!!” After the showc wave passed, I told her that she had it backwards. Hardee’s pays the women in those commercials well, and they voluntarily engage in that employment. On the other hand, Hardee’s exploits men with those commercials, especially young men who somehow think if they eat at Hardee’s they’ll find a girlfriend who looks like Charlotte McKinney.
What say you, who was right?
Yup, you were spot on. Sex sells…even burgers. Those babes do those commercials for the publicity and to generate buzz…that’s how they stay “super” models.
They know EXACTLY what they are doing…
Right? In an argument with a woman? What planet do you live on?
🙂
As a non-television watching Canadian, I wasn’t familiar with the Hardee ads. Thanks to YouTube, I have corrected that omission. Yowza.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wTGX55oqCE
Wow, thanks for the link…there were some “interesting” ads there. Probably much too hot for American television…at least in their full version.
My first car was a 1965 red Austin Healey 3000 MK III. But my favorite was my Acura. I found a clear patch of interstate and took it up to 110. Felt like that car was floating.