A girlfriend had a Nash. We always took her car when we went to the drive-in movie. Eat your heart out, Slick Willie.
In high school I worked in a gas station. We dumped used motor oil in the empty lot out back.Every Spring it had the best crop of weeds in the neighborhood. At closing, we sprayed the islands with the gas pumps to loosen the day’s accumulation of oil from the leaky old cars. Then hosed it all into the gutter. Inhaled plenty of leaded gas in the process. Also swallowed quite a bit of leaded gas using an “Okie credit card.” (A short length of hose used as a siphon.)
I guess I’m probably responsible for a large share of climate change, but after consuming all that lead, I’m no longer able to distinguish right from wrong.
I remember the days when we sprayed diesel oil on weeds behind the supermarket I worked at after school. It really burned down the weeds and they stayed down for a long time. At my Dad’s station/garage we used gasoline to clean parts and left the dirty cleaner out back in the rear lot. It evaporated in about a day. Oh, and on the old Navy ships we had pipes lined with asbestos everywhere. When the ships were sent to the shipyards for destruction, they just ripped it out. Don’t know where it went from there, probably into the ocean somewhere.
C.J. As a teenager I always thought a Nash Rambler was the most butt ugly car ever made, but they had seats about a foot thick. My Dad loved his Rambler station wagon for comfort. Me, I was embarrassed to ride in it… it was the ultimate of not cool.
Hey Jack, where can I get one of those exhaust gas cleaners?
I’ll keep an eye out for you Joe, I want one too! lol
Actually a very useful and ingenious device. The device causes the exhaust to create a vacuum. If I had that I could save a small fortune and not have to use the vacuum cleaner at the self-service car wash.
Jack, you hear what Gabby Nuisance just said? You are headed into the waste bin of history!
You need to get the Flare-O-Flame to piss-off Gabby Nuisance and the rest of the DemoNRats!
What happened to all the “inclusion” and “diversity” the Demorats are always demanding? Only if you agree with them.
Anyone who disagrees with these Demonrats is excluded and headed into the waste bin of history if they have their way.
And now the Lull-a-baby hammock is a cargo net in a SUV.
We have come a long way baby……….
I grew up in the back seat of a Nash Rambler right after the 1948 Woody stationwagon my parents owned. Being in the military I have fond memories of having my own middle seat in the back while my big brother got the third seat all to himself too. In the Nash we had to share the one back seat and when on long travels across country one of the games we’d play was to stand up and try to be the last one forced to sit down from our dad swerving side to side, speeding up and slowing down.
Even if you own a Pontiac Star Chief, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be encouraging women to spread their legs!
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