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Do You Remember This?

My DH HATES those miniature spares, and has been known to buy another full-size wheel for the car and have a tire put on it, so he has a full-size spare.

Unfortunately, we've never got around to doing this with our present car. I don't think we've even looked to see what the condition is of the spare that came with it, but I'm fairly sure that it is one of those miniature spares that I so much despise.
 
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that was a fun game and back in the day when no electronics all those games were great and fun and even playing outside was great. don't see alot of kids outside these days though.
 
Things I remember ...

- The smell of gas: from gas stations and everyones' garage
- AT&T as a land-line monopoly: you had to rent your telephone
- Dog ears on the TV antenna
- Carburetors in new cars
- A door-to-door salesman trying to sell my parents a 'cassette tape' player
- Saturday morning cartoons
- Not owning a microwave
- Encyclopedias and White-out


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- Learning BASIC at the DOS prompt in high school
- 5 1/4 inch single sided floppies (before you hole-punched)

I would list what I remember but there is too much stuff and it is too sad to recall what is gone forever:mad:. Take my word for it, you kids have to suffer greatly these days because the truly cool is long gone and you must settle for whatever is available or whatever manufacturers tell you you want.

So very sad.

I remember everything on your list. Hell, forget encyclopedias . . salesmen arrived with all kinds of crap. Like The Watkins guy, Avon and others. I guess Avon still calls.

Payphones, penny candy, Coke in real thick green glass bottles, men dressed u to go out; they wee not the slobs they are today. Black and white TV and records. Cigarette machines, juke boxes and it is too sad to go on.

So I'll let my friends tell you more:

The Statler Brothers - Do You Remember These - YouTube

there you go.
 
that was a fun game and back in the day when no electronics all those games were great and fun and even playing outside was great. don't see alot of kids outside these days though.

Parents have been rendered scared my the media and so they hide their kids these days. God forbid, they play with a real toy and they end up with a boo boo.

I remember Wammo's (SP?) line of things that were cool. I recall the Water Wennie (SP?) you hooked to your garden hose. It flew about spreading water and joy. I remember the water slide as well as the Va-Room (SP?) engine designed for cool bikes like my "Orange Crate" (SP?)

We removed the silly Water Weinne (SP?) plastics and played "Dodge the dangerous metal end to avoid a concussion" game. OK, to be fair, we often took the simple and harmless and and innocent and made it dangerous.

Like threading (with great care, mind you) the roll of red paper caps onto a needle and wrapping it with scotch tape. Add a little glue (I remember the amazing colors and dragons you could see while you were breathing the fumes) and set it on fire. KA-BOOM!

Not sure how we survived, but we did.

Kids . . . sorry you missed the cool and are so over protected by your parents. Parents? give your kids a break and let them break a leg or grow a scab. They ain't a gonna die unless there is a drive by shooting or you are diagnosed with ADD because you were exposed to gamma rays from your black and white TV or you play with Gilbert Toys U-238 Atomic Energy Lab.

Just don't put out your sister's eye with your Red Ryder BB Gun or someone will start thinking about banning guns from the local Five and Dime and Woolworths will go out of business.

We played Cowboys and Indians and I "killed" plenty of Indians. Occasionally some cowboys or the Calvary were felled by friendly fire, but we were kids and it was all in fun. And you all now how well adjusted I am, right? It is because we were kids and we actually had a childhood. One without Facebook, Twitter, video games, those GD cells, email and IMs.

I fought other kids and lived. I fought many great historical battles with those little green army men and sometimes, the Calvary used those green plastic tanks and dinosaurs to fight Indians. I do not grow up unadjusted and I have yet to kill another human. My fun old toys did not screw me up.

Not one of us were killed because we walked into the Blue Occupied Zone in the wrong part of town and were knifed because our Red Ball Keds were, well, red.

We knew how to have a good time and few of us actually died. Thanks Mom and Dad and thanks toy makers for giving us some pretty cool stuff to play with.
 
Or a Jeep :D:cool:

Actually, it isn't the norm for new cars now. More and more are going to no spare at all and a Tire inflator kit instead.

I will never purchase a new car. Lots of great new cars to be sure, but I am old and therefore, I want old, dag nabbit. So for me, I visit the web and my search for the next car is overwhelming. And there is always room for a spare tire or perhaps a dead body.

I recall a few good cars arrived in 1965-1970 which was the latest I think I'll go. Like the 1969 Plymouth GTX with a 440. Perhaps a few Vettes past 1970 are acceptable. I might go with something older that is cool, fast, gets 5 MPG and can crush all modern cars.

Do people still patch inner tubes these days? I am trying to find a set of solid rubber tires but oddly enough, they seem to be a discontinued item.
 
I will never purchase a new car. Lots of great new cars to be sure, but I am old and therefore, I want old, dag nabbit. So for me, I visit the web and my search for the next car is overwhelming. And there is always room for a spare tire or perhaps a dead body.

I recall a few good cars arrived in 1965-1970 which was the latest I think I'll go. Like the 1969 Plymouth GTX with a 440. Perhaps a few Vettes past 1970 are acceptable. I might go with something older that is cool, fast, gets 5 MPG and can crush all modern cars.

Do people still patch inner tubes these days? I am trying to find a set of solid rubber tires but oddly enough, they seem to be a discontinued item.

I hear you on all that. My wife's vehicle is in 96 mine is an 87. my boats are 2000 jetskis in 96 my motorcycle is 84 and the list goes on. I was born in the 60's and my wife was born in the 50's I'm not really that much of a kid. But I hear ya on all of that and we all survived somehow someway. You may be older than me what it sounds like, I know a lot of people seen more in there lifetime than me but I've been around for a good while to see a good amount
 
I hear you on all that. My wife's vehicle is in 96 mine is an 87. my boats are 2000 jetskis in 96 my motorcycle is 84 and the list goes on. I was born in the 60's and my wife was born in the 50's I'm not really that much of a kid. But I hear ya on all of that and we all survived somehow someway. You may be older than me what it sounds like, I know a lot of people seen more in there lifetime than me but I've been around for a good while to see a good amount

I am perhaps a tad older. I was born November 19, 1955. But do not ask me to subtract 1955 fro 2012 because I really hate the result.

The thing about being somewhere between growing older and old, is the time passes quicker as you pass much quicker. When you are 12, waiting to be 16 to drive, time hardly passes. Then you hit 16 and you want to drink so you want to be 21. that takes forever, too.

You hit 21 and things look bright. You put off realizing your dreams because you think you have plenty of time. Then 30 arrives and you wonder what happened. Then 40 arrives next week and after that, decades pass every year and you wonder what the heck happened to all of that time I knew I had at 16.

It hit me when I ran into an old friend with grandchildren. Grandchildren for God's sake. How did that happen?

Well, at least I have my OEM teeth and hair. I'll require very little touch-up when I am finally prepared and put on display in the coffin. I am thinking I want a 'Roaring Twenties' theme at my wake. Expensive drinks are on me, so come to the wake.

Just wait until they start calling you Sir!
 
I am perhaps a tad older. I was born November 19, 1955. But do not ask me to subtract 1955 fro 2012 because I really hate the result.

The thing about being somewhere between growing older and old, is the time passes quicker as you pass much quicker. When you are 12, waiting to be 16 to drive, time hardly passes. Then you hit 16 and you want to drink so you want to be 21. that takes forever, too.

You hit 21 and things look bright. You put off realizing your dreams because you think you have plenty of time. Then 30 arrives and you wonder what happened. Then 40 arrives next week and after that, decades pass every year and you wonder what the heck happened to all of that time I knew I had at 16.

It hit me when I ran into an old friend with grandchildren. Grandchildren for God's sake. How did that happen?

Well, at least I have my OEM teeth and hair. I'll require very little touch-up when I am finally prepared and put on display in the coffin. I am thinking I want a 'Roaring Twenties' theme at my wake. Expensive drinks are on me, so come to the wake.

Just wait until they start calling you Sir!

Here in Florida they call everyone Sir and women ma'am. Yeah it seems like every year now keeps going by quicker and quicker and quicker.
 
kids today wouldn't even know how to use this stuff, where's the power button???
That is a good one.....lol

Yes, kids today are not having real fun like we did coming up. And as Bob mention, wait till they start calling you 'pops' or Old G! And I have a bunch of grandkids from my 4 kids.
 
Oh my goodness I remember these! Lol
yes, and anything that was outside hands on. now everything is on a computer of some sort. sometimes i think it would be nice to be this age and still live in the past times. but it is what it is. wife has no smart phone and doesn't use cp either in this day and age. always asks me to do things.
 
funny how some fads come and go and others repeat. like bell bottoms in the 60's to 70's and then kinda came back for kids in the early 2000's and they thought the invented it. LOL. just like movies, they can't think of hardly any new ones so they are doing remakes with different actors and new effects, but same old movie, or the change it around instead of comming up with something new.
 
Bronzed baby shoes. Do any of you remember those?

What about the pictures that might land Bob in jail? I am talking about the well known and once widely offered naked baby on a fur rug pictures. Besides naked pictures of this most glorious of children, I was on a fur rug. So PETA as well as the FBI would fight for jurisdiction.

Calculators and typewriters are also on their way out. Both mechanical wonders not even Apple's best engineers could build or perhaps operate.
 
funny how some fads come and go and others repeat. like bell bottoms in the 60's to 70's and then kinda came back for kids in the early 2000's and they thought the invented it. LOL. just like movies, they can't think of hardly any new ones so they are doing remakes with different actors and new effects, but same old movie, or the change it around instead of comming up with something new.

I use to wear Navy jeans. As I recall, they were bells. Or slightly belled, I forget. One store in SLC sold them and everyone seemed to wear them.

And they were something like $4.00 or so per pair.

I also has plain bell bottoms and blue/white platform shoes. Please do not lose respect for me, but I swear, (I am now truly ashamed) I also occasionally wore a leisure suit. Kind of a light pink color. I was the bees knees.

I seem to recall looking like a young Mr. Furley from "Three's Company."

And the phrase "bees knees" is also gone. No, wait . . . I just brought it back. Hip, boss, rad, bitchin, gnarley, totally tubular, . . . are these still being used or am I just too bloody old? I rather like hip and boss and there was a time my car was rad and my bike was gnarley and when I got over the leisure suit, I was probably somewhat hip and in some circles, boss.

Now I am alive and that's good enough for me.
 
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