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Adam,
Nice to appologize but I have done much worse around here for quite some time. But still not to offend you but I choose not to look to my next life or where ever one's belief system takes them after they are done here. I perfer to stand and fight for justice in the here and now, just as I don't believe that certain truely aweful or evil people (Hilter, Saddam and Stalin come to mind) should not be allowed into hallowed places, positions or afterlife, simply because on their deathbeds they claim to accept certain beliefs. I do beleive that what we do here and now matters and that it matters a lot. Sorry, I do know that this flies in the face of your personal beleif system.

But I accept that you are not using Bert like tactics to boost your post count....

Really I do....

No honestly I believe you....

No seriously I promise I believe you....

Why don't you believe me that I believe you???????

Alright I guess you're right.....

Busted!!!!

Now can I please have my thread back at least for sharing the joy of old cars and cars from everyone's past??? I'm really glad that even downeast Maine is a least 400 miles away from here.....

sorry Paul, you can have your thread back.

Conversation is back to cars, OK?

So tell us about one of your downeast rust buckets Adam.... Or how about Bert's Hemi??? Is that your party mobile???

Wow, I have a lot in common with Wendell. My first car was a Gran Torino Super Sport. Starsky and Hutch stole the idea. But, my second car in 1978 was the beautiful blue, only two years old, Datsun (yes Datsun) 280Z. Still the best car I ever drove. And, it was completely (well whatever Paul would say)...Had everything. Killer sound system, dual exhaust, straight six fuel injection with solid brushed aluminum rims. It had Michelin racing tires rated to 135 mph, and there was a back road to Gainesville, FL where the only thing keeping you from that speed were the Highway Patrol. But, I did it anyway. I also had my first girlfriend when I had that care. And, then I had Honda Preludes. Those were nice cars.

Oh, none taken. I do agree that it's all relative and PCPs are seriously shortchanged in todays society. We could be worse off, but we are as we are.

Bert, all pediatricians are alike were big kids and know how to enjoy life

Although my 1rst and a half car was a 69 chevelle, basic as all get out but fast. that spoiled me. I say half because my brother half gave me his 65 impala that used now and again. It was mine more when he needed gas.
Then I had a pinto (hey it got good gas mileage WHEN IT RAN (chevelle got 12mpg, 2 speed auto trans). That's the car I learned auto mechanics. Then honda wagon (rusted out), 240Z, subaru wagon x 2.5 (rusted out) saab (statisically above average breatkdown) BMW 2002 (way past it's prime but fun), 280Z Bug, Dodge Dart, LeBaron, Dodge Intrepid, Honda Odyssey & CRV. I might have left a few out.

OK, fellas...DONNA, oh DONNA??? Yoohoo!!! Hey Donna, do you remember the first pair of high heels you owned? And can you believe how we used roll our hair on orange juice cans? And oh how I wish I could show you my dress from the Senior Prom...it was just so groovy!! I had my nails painted this really rad red and my toenails had that French thingie done. YAWN

Leslie

Leslie,
Don't you have no horse sense at all??? I remember you having your horse and donkey thread thing going down, so sorry if you're having trouble dealing with all the testosterone, motor oil and gasoline but what is so wrong with us boys having a little fun???

But hey at the risk of getting in trouble with my beautiful wife, I'm sure you were quite the sight back in HS....

Bert,
You may have grown up where things were long and flat and so one could drive fast in a straight line fairly safely, BUT you really haven't lived until you get into "Nascar style" drafting in major hills and dales that have really sharp turns... And that is regular daily commuting on the Saw Mill River Parkway in southern Westchester! Nothing like passing some camaro or even better a vette in a four door Dogdge Dart because your torsion bars can hug the road and not wallow like a pig in mud on a sharp down and to the left and back up again.

I used to love watching all those greasy haired "joey's" (working class from the hood Italians, the guys who rearview mirrors where for their hair and not for watching the road) stare in amazement as they got lapped in in their GM pigs, in a deep turn. Sure if they caught me on a straight away my little 318 or slant-6 would run out of top end HP, but as the old RC cola ad used to say about racing: "It's knowin' where to take the turns and not how fast ya go....."

That is probably why you guys loved your Datson's, yes Datson. Very cool, 240 thru 280Z's were so cool indeed. Them and the first and 2nd round of Celica's were real little pocket rockets that could handle. Althought it was not mine, my friend Sue had a really sweet manual steering, first gen Celica. I used to treat to gas and go our with her and her boyfriend (later to be mine and Nancy's Drummer) Adam on those Parkways just so I could get behind the wheel of her Celica. That was a nice car. I could drive it forever....

I guess that is why I always loved my old Mopars, better engineering as compared to all the other big three cars. You just couldn't kill them and if set up right they handled like a sports car, especially my little A bodies like the Dart, Duster, Demon, Swingers and Scamps. Well balanced good handling cars. Lots of fun in the turns.

Hey guys. Didn't we have cars like those so we could pick up girls like these?

Hey girlfriend Leslie! Remember those really short hemlines back in the day? And we played so innocent about what it must have done to those poor boys! We actually had to kneel on the gym floor so they could measure them. And those muscle cars with the stick--how unhandy! Boys were so much more interested in them then us good girls (well, apparently they still are...). Did you use Aqua Net? Let 'em try to get their hands thru that!

And Brian... what's with the new "rooster" avitar?? My mind is just running rampant with inuendos...

Donna:

Maybe you could suggest an avatar that WOULDN'T fill YOUR mind with inuendos?

J/K! J/K!

Probably not. But just so I don't have to hurt my fragile brain, what's the "J/K!"??

Just Kidding, would be my guess.

Dang! I was hoping for more...

Ooops, I guess we hijacked Paul's thread again!

Brian, inuendo is Donna's middle name. Kind of weird, it's mine too.

Yeah, except that Bert spells & interprets "inuendo" a little differently than most. Tee hee!

OK, we'll give it back. We can start with Ric Ocasek.

Bert, you do realize that Paul's gonna tell us to "get a room" soon don't you! He doesn't take well to thread kidnapping, especially when it's about cars!! Maybe we could "get a Jeep"??

And what about Ric Ocasek? I'm afraid I'm not up to that clue...

Donna,
Ric has to do with a different kind of "cars". Don't you "love the 80's"?

Donna: Google?

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Thank you Mr. Post Master! And thanks for the "Cars" help. Actually, I was thinking (didn't you smell the smoke?) that the Ric reference was more obtuse than the name of his band. And yes, Bert, I did google him adding "inuendo" and something very strange popped up regarding the inhaling of some kind of genital by-product.

Now folks, in two hours I will be getting in my '04 red Chevy Impala and hitting the road (note the car reference).

Yes, but you're outside of the lines. I am afraid Support will be unable to reply to your problem.

I have tried to consistantly stay outside the lines whenever possible. Don't bring me down, man.

Post pertinent: I drove my '04 red Chevy Impala to lunch today.

Let me guess, "American Pie"?

Post Pertinent: I have just run the the store in my '04 red Chevy Impala to pick the makings for an apple pie.

Either you know your seventies music or you are getting better with the Googling.
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Keep posting, pal. Anticipation is making me late, keeping me wai-a-a-a-a-ting.

Paul,
Yes, I have horse sense. In fact, I've been through the desert on a horse with no name just trying to get out of the rain.

Leslie

Sorry, Paul...back to cars. My very first car was a '67 Camaro, two-door coupe, turquoise with a black bumble bee stripe, black naugahide bucket seats, inline V6 with 350 HP 5.7 L engine and my "steady's" class ring hanging from the rear-view mirror! Glove compartment full of lipstick, combs and Pez candies. I loved that car. I took it to college with me and it was a perfect size to fit between rows of corn...a big deal when the college I went to prohibited alcohol on or off campus.

Leslie

"So bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry... Then good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, sing this'll be the day that I die... this'll be the day that I diiiiiieeee."

PS, I've got Horse power sense

The first car I had that could reliably be run in excess of 100 was a 1967 Alfa Romeo GTV. (Not the beautiful 'duetto' that Dustin Hoffman made famous in "The Graduate", but a more homely two door coupe.) I had a room mate at the time who was a serious skier, and we were heading North to Mammoth Mtn for the weekend. It was about 10:00 PM we were making good time, and I was proud of how well the little Alfa was running. (I had previously bent a valve when I put the head back on, with the timing chain off just one tooth, but it was all back together and oil tight and running smooth!) Now one of the idiosyncrasies of the Alfa, that I found to be part of it's appeal was it's total disregard for the inattentive driver. In an Alfa when you shut it down you must shut off the headlights, fog lights, radio all separately. Even the fan for the heater is not on the ignition circuit. It feels a bit like shutting down an airplane. Even the 'idiot lights' are only for idiots who have read the owners manual. They are not labeled. Nor are they located in any manner that gives a clue as to the problem being signaled. There are four lights, one green for 'lights on', one blue for 'high beam', one red for 'parking brake' and a second red for 'low fuel pressure'. Two red lights, side by side. You must remember that the left one is parking brake, the right is real trouble, low pressure means the fuel pump is quitting and it takes some time to get one shipped over from Italy. If they have any in stock!

About an hour out of Bishop Rick got bored and discovered that if he reached down in the darkness, and squeezed the rubber boot at the bottom of the parking brake the light would flash. Since the brake was off, and I could not tell which light had just flashed I would have to guess what was going on. I guessed the pump was going out. "Oh son of a ..... the pump, oh no.." etc etc. I spent the next hour trying to keep one eye on the road and one eye on the gauges. I kept the fingers of my left hand covering the lights so I could tell which light flashed if it came on. It seemed to be able to flash the instant my eyes were diverted, and go out again the instant I looked at the dash. It was so uncanny..... until I caught Ricks hand on the brake boot. Luckily for all concerned I have never been in the habit of traveling with a firearm!! I was soaked with sweat and had to wait over ten years to get my revenge, but that is a story for another time.