In 1975 was driving a 1963 Chevy Station Wagon, 283 w/ a Glide!
No radio, No seatbelts, No padded dash. NO Problem!!!
No radio, No seatbelts, No padded dash. NO Problem!!!
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I thought it was Ron WhiteBelieve it or not.. that’s me in the top pic in the left corner with my arm hanging over the gate..
No don’t believe me
She really is CRAZY.. not sure if she papers.. but I know.. matter of fact one of my other sisters is crazy tooI may have dated her. I lost count on how many dingbats I dated.
He mite still whip your tail for thatThat picture made me laugh, it made me recall a funny story. When I was a kid my dad had a little Datsun pickup with a camper shell on the back. One weekend we went camping, multiple cars (big family) and not enough seats for everybody so me and my cousin were put in the back of the truck. Truck was packed with camping gear so dad couldn't see us in the mirror. We sat right next to the tail gate. As other cars drove by, me and my cousin were flipping them off through the window on the back of the camper shell. Drivers were getting pissed, speeding up around the side of the truck and cussing out my dad who had no idea why everybody was cussing him out.
When we got home he mentioned all the angry drivers and my cousin and I just looked one another and shrugged, no idea pop. I think the statue of limitations has passed, I should tell him this story one of these days.
Seems we had the same childhood! Mom and dad would tell us to load up the truck and usually there were 11 or so kids in the back.
Bad part is I only have 3 biological siblings. They started keeping foster kids when I was three ans stopped when I was 29. Thatt was 20+ yrs agoWow!! 11 kids? Guess we know what your parents did every night