Corvairs; 1 gallon of gas and 1 quart of oil.Drive 15 miles pull over and put in another quart of oil that was blown all over the inside of its rear compartment engine.
Obviously spoken from experience! The other thing I recall was replacing the fan belt regularly.
My first wheels were a '68 Roadrunner with a 426 Hemi (at age 16 - talk about too much car for a driver's experience level). It was used, of course, and pretty much run ragged when I got it in 1973, but I thought I was cool. Between the nearly-blown valves, the thirsty carb, and a teenager's driving habits, I was lucky to get 6-8 mpg. Sucked down a quart of oil a week as well. And this was during the Arab Oil Embargo when gas prices had doubled overnight. I couldn't afford to drive it much more than to school and back. But I had to drive it to school - and rev up those Cherry Bombs!
Wish I still had that car. Or even just the engine block. The photo below scrolls across my monitor several times daily to remind me of what an idiot I was for letting it go:
And 'Tude, you really rocked it with this thread you started! I went back and leisurely reviewed the entire thing with my coffee this morning - your initial post is just about the funniest thing I've ever read! Steve, the Chat Room was a great idea. I suspect this thread will go on for a long, long time.
Okay Bulldog.....beat this. My FIRST car was a 1965 Cadillac Convertable with a 429. Leather seats, automatic everything. I loved opening the top at a street light. I not only "thought" I was the coolest. I was! The girls loved it. I blew up the engine within a year.
Awesome car Bulldog. My first car was a hand me down 61 Ford Comet station wagon with a 170 cc engine. Talk about a pile of crap.I worked and saved enough to buy the coolest 64 Ford Van in the San Fernando Valley.Smokey Metalic Gray with blue pin stripping and deep dish Crager wheels.Raised in the back and completely wood paneled with cabinets and carpeted floor.It was a bad assed surfer van.
quillansculpture wrote: > I blew up the engine within a year.
LOL!
Reminds me of a story I heard back then: Some teenagers were horsing around with daddy's Cad. They found out that they could rev the engine in neutral, then pop it into drive, and lay rubber. Only the last time, they not only laid rubber. Major parts fell out all over the road.
Okay Bulldog.....beat this. My FIRST car was a 1965 Cadillac Convertable with a 429. Leather seats, automatic everything. I loved opening the top at a street light. I not only "thought" I was the coolest. I was! The girls loved it. I blew up the engine within a year.
And I'm sure you blew it in L.A style - Sunset Strip or Hollywood Blvd? No, wait - Mulholland! Near the Hollywood sign!
After the Roadrunner finally gave up the ghost, I drove an Olds Delta 88 for a number of years. Talk about going from cool to drool.
Great find Bee! The complexity of those lyrics is, to me, just sheer genius. When our daughter was 7 she absolutely fell in love with it - she could sing the whole thing, but of course didn't have a clue what any of it was about.
Anybody here (besides me) ever use these for rock-climbing? Note the 4 nasty carbide-steel fangs crimped on near the front! I can report, however, that running & sliding on steel plate street covers at night is awesome.
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I had a pair of hobnailed boots in 1948-1949. Used them mainly on trails, including a section of the John Muir Trail, but did some minor class 2-3 mt climbs too,not any rock climbing. Mine were 2nd hand from a surplus store and not nearly as pretty as the ones you display.