Considering who Gary Glitter fools around with, I REALLY don’t want to know what he says afterward.
With a big smile and a wave?
As opposed to “Please, not the clap!”
Like Oasis or Mike Flowers?
I say “Mmmmm” rather than “Hey”.
Now I really wish I’d kept my Starion.
This is why my friend does a tap dance every time an ‘89 911 Speedster gets auctioned in the quarter-million-dollar range (he bought his new and has less than 10k miles on it); wonder how much higher they’ll go?
Unless there are two bidders who go there intending to buy both of them.
Right on the Model A; many of the folks buying them nowadays are traditional hot rodders looking for easy projects. Now that the barn and field finds are drying up, they’re after the cars Grandpa restored in the 1970s and only drove in the Fourth of July parade, then got surrounded by boxes in the garage after he had…
Deluxe hillbillies do.
Pucker up, sweetz!
Great! Now if someone will bounce us out of the grays...
GREAT photo - you can’t get more 1974 than that, right down to the shag carpet. Hope you don’t mind me fixing it up a bit:
You’re not that old. Let’s just say you and I are a bit out of the target demographic.
The DC-4 in Lake Michigan in the 1950 paper still hasn’t been found yet, other than some small pieces of floating debris.
I remember it was a very hot summer that year (‘85); my place didn’t have a/c so I slept with the window open - and a butcher knife under my pillow. (I lived in Pasadena and one of his killings was in Alhambra.)
I also remember Apollo 1 for another reason - there was a public service ad featuring Edward White that aired before the fire; for some reason it continued to air for a year or two after he died. It gave me chills every time I saw it.