| Author | Message | ||
     F22raptor |
I miss bar-sex...( got your attention!!)I miss feeling like you could hit a wall at the speed of sound and walk away laughing...I miss riding-thru Whitnall park at 90mph with my bud Z-man, sliding both ends and using the curbs as berms..I miss the look on my high-school girl-friends face when I got back to the pits after winning a moto...I miss huge bone-fires and $1000 worth of fire-works just for fun..I miss the way I felt the day my daughter was born..I am sick of apologising because I am the dad that rides "motorcycles" I want to feel the way I did when I first saw my wife.. I could give a crap about being P.C...I want things to be the way they were...If you are over 40,chime-in!! | ||
| 86129squids |
Pull my finger!!!! | ||
| Just_ziptab |
I miss having only one key in my pocket,$2.00 movies,25 cent draws,analog TV cartoons in the college dorm,a rifle in the window rack of my pickup,gasoline with lead,taking home made popcorn to the movie theaters in a paper grocery sack,my 67 XLCH and hero's that were really hero's. | ||
| Fast1075 |
I miss my hair!  | ||
| Cityxslicker |
I was feeling nostalgic so I broke out the highschool annuals.... funny fotos from the 80's cheezy good times. Senior quote If in twenty years you look back on this as the 'good old days', you werent paying attention. | ||
| Ezblast |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=St3FoIKObYA&feature =BF&list=PL3EFDD4F8EF438EAD&index=11 EZ | ||
| F22raptor |
Ezblast,To cool!! | ||
| Strato9r |
I miss telling people that yes, I know that the guy in that movie "Vanishing Point" was named Kowalski, too. Now I tell them that Clint Eastwood's character in "Gran Torino", Walt Kowalski, was actually my grandfather's real name. I miss my hair, but not as much as I thought I would. I miss not seeing my kids everyday, but they are adults now and have their own lives. I miss my Labradors, but love my Border Collie. I miss my '56 Les Paul Custom, but in the real world, my '56 LP Junior re-issue kicks it's butt. I don't miss my ex-wife. I don't miss being lied to on a daily basis, or being put on trial for everything that comes out of my mouth. I dont miss pretending to be happy for the sake of appearances. I miss every moment away from my wife, Heidi, who is the embodiment of my dream girl. I don't miss "Knot's Landing", or "The Love Boat". I never miss the "McRib Sandwich", which never reappears for long enough for people to fully realize how horrible it actually is. I miss watching the Apollo Missions on TV, and having heroes like Buzz Aldrin. I miss baseball players like Roberto Clemente, Johnny Bench and John Olerud. I miss the Edmonton Oilers being the dominant force in the NHL, and winning the cup even after Bruce McNall tried to buy it. I seriously miss record stores. I miss looking forward to the newest Zeppelin album, but am totally blown away by John Paul Jones' new band, "Them Crooked Vultures" I miss pissing my neighbors off by cranking Ted Nugent's "Cat Scratch Fever" or Iggy and the Stooges "Raw Power", but love it when I go visit my daughter and SHE'S pissing off the neighbors with the same albums. I miss being in a band, but love the fact that my son's band kicks butt, and he's played on the same bill as some of the bands I've opened for. I miss the sound and smell of two-strokes. I miss clandestine drag racing on a deserted road in the middle of the night. I miss Orange Pontiac Trans-ams and Seventies Vettes, even though I could have cared less about them when they were common. I miss Satan's image on Orange Julius cups; it kind of put the smug dick in his place. I miss watching "Star Trek" and "Hilarious House Of Frightenstein" after school. I miss friends that fell between the cracks and disappeared. I miss playing with Hot Wheels with my little brother on cold winter days. I miss walking home from Boy Scouts with my friends on autumn evenings when the smell of burning leaves was in the air. I do not miss my grade seven teacher, Mr. Lynaugh, but I miss the school librarian, Mrs. Stevenson, who was distractingly hot, and drove a 440 Six Pack Dodge Charger. I miss the fact that my friends could call me a Pollock, or call Eddie a Kraut or Paul a Wop, or Dale or Kenny Japs, and it didnt mean any more than being called a Lefty. I miss the fact that my neighborhood was a blissfully politcally incorrect melting pot. I went to school with kids whose parents came to Canada after WWII, either displaced like my Dad's family was, lots of Japanese that had been driven off of the west coast by the War Measures Act, or Germans whose fathers had been interred as POW's in a large camp in Lethbridge (over 30,000 prisoners. Upon returning home after the war, many had found they'd lost everthing, and returned to Southern Alberta later.) I NEVER remember anyone, ever, freaking out over the use of "slurs", beyond their crudeness, and I NEVER, EVER SAW OR HEARD OF ONE FIGHT THAT WAS RACIALLY OR CULTURALLY BASED! I miss the fact that I cannot fully enjoy remembering (because it is SUCH a stereotype) that the first black guy I ever met was literally "Shaft" cool. He was the band teacher, a killer jazz player, had played in the Marine Corp Band, and introduced Miles Davis and Cannonball Adderly and Dave Brubeck to a bunch of prairie kids in a manner where we "got" it. Thanks, Mr Mathis. I miss the cool stuff I learned in school. I miss AM radio; the fact you could drive for hours across the prairies and listen to the same station. Or get to higher ground and easily pick up stations from Denver or Mexico. Some of the coolest songs I can think of, I heard on AM first. Somhow there seemed to be a connection between the broadcaster and the audience that just isn't there anymore, mostly for the sake of convenience. Miss that. I miss walking into Lethbridge H-D and NOT seeing a Buell on the floor as soon as I enter. I'll miss going into the shop and talking about what's on the horizon. I'll miss Buell.com; there was some cool stuff on there over the years. Right now, I miss riding. It's winter, and it's warming up a bit, but it will still be a couple of months anyway............ | ||
| Froggy |
I miss bulky black and white portable game systems. Even more, I miss video games that were actually intentionally challenging due to the limitations of hardware. I miss looking elite when I would use a command prompt to do everything, people would instantly think I am hacking the government. | ||
| Whisperstealth |
Froggy, WTH? Your what, 24. Back in the day for you means Nintendo 8 bit. Atari was already old school...Now I remember pong, and getting up early Christmas morning and hooking up that bad ass 2600 and playing combat and pacman. At 35 I thought I was too young to crash this thread, maybe not. | ||
| Birdy |
I miss...never mind I forgot.  | ||
| Jumbo_petite |
I miss friends and family I will never see again. I am going to far too many funerals than weddings these days. I lost another friend that I haven't seen in a while just last week. This $h1t is getting old! | ||
| Hughlysses |
I miss my Dad. I miss seeing him leave for work every morning as I was getting ready for school. I miss standing out in our yard after school at 6 PM waiting for the sound of his pickup, then jumping on the step behind the driver's door and riding down our dirt driveway until he parked. I miss getting up at oh-dark-thirty on Saturday mornings sometime and going to work with him, riding in his pickup to the back 40 of some farmer's land. I miss it when I was finally big enough to crank the engine in the dragline he operated, and I miss standing behind his seat and watching him operate. I miss standing on the ground and seeing him work those levers and pedals like somebody conducting an orchestra, slinging 25 tons of metal around for 8 hours a day 6 days a week. I miss helping him grease a hundred fittings on that thing and feeling like I was helping out. I miss the sound of diesel exhaust and clutches engaging and disengaging and gears turnin and pins banging and chains clanking. I miss the smell of diesel exhaust and the funky smell of fresh soil being dug up. I miss it when I finally got big enough to reach the levers and pedals and he taught me to operate. I miss seeing draglines at all, because they've all been replaced by hydraulic backhoes. I miss his sly sense of humor and watching him teach both my children how to walk and how to ride a bicycle. I miss seeing how well he and my wife got along and how much she loved him. I miss hearing him sing in church. I miss a hundred other things about him that I can't think of right now. I REALLY miss my Dad...  | ||
| Fltwistygirl |
I miss living in a world where you didn't have to compete for a person's attention with an incoming text or cell phone call.  I miss those Florida summers where you could count on 3:00 p.m. showers each day. I miss fueling up the car for less than $10.00. I miss the simplicity of the endless summers at my grandparents farm where our only decision was whether to ride to the sandpit, beaver dam, across the field to the neighbor's house or down the dirt road to the cousin's house. As long as our chores were done and we were back at the farm house in time for lunch and dinner, back on Saturday night for a sauna, and up on Sunday in time for church, we were free to roam on that vast chunk of land on 2 and 3 wheels. Oh, the adventures we had! B. | ||
| Ronbob43 |
I miss walking to the end of the block with the neighborhood kids for a $.05 coke from the machine at the Service station.[early 50s] | ||
| Iman501 |
and here i thought somebody my age joined the forum... | ||
| Boliver |
I miss the days when firearms were not so prominent and the school kids weren't shooting each other. You know, back when people were responsible........ And I miss my dad too | ||
| Slaughter |
I miss my 66 441 Victor (bought in 1971 on a high-schooler's pay) Froggy - I taught myself programming on Applesoft Basic - actually drove a 2-axis, stepper-motor run 2-D router system for template cutting. AHHHHhhh that wuz da day. Apple Computer - back when they were wood-burning, before coal, before oil, before electricity. | ||
| Slaughter |
I miss so much more, it's just that I can't remember just WHAT it is that I'm missing... | ||
| Fahren |
I miss riding my bike with a banana seat and sissy bar all around town, my parents had no idea where I was, nor were they worried. I miss the orange strobe illuminating the black and silver on the rim of the turntable platter, and viscous-damped cueing. I miss the old Cape Cod, with days at Sandy Neck Beach (no sunscreen), and when my dad used to bring cold "lobstah" home for lunch. I miss seeing my dad leave for work wearing those hideous, awful ties we used to get him for Father's Day. | ||
| Cliffburton |
I miss my Great Aunt Ruth. | ||
| Wolfridgerider |
I miss the stupid me... Not saying the older version is any smarter but the stupid me did a LOT of stupid $hit and didn't have a care in the world... I guess... I miss the pain and what I did to feel it.... this could have been my theme song back in the mid '80 | ||
| Road_thing |
I miss 25 cent gasoline. rt | ||
| Pammy |
I miss catching fireflies with my cousins at dusk, but I enjoy watching the dragonflies swarm in my back yard. I miss my Mothers cool hand on my cheek when I'm sick, but I love my Granddaughters sandy hand in mine when we leave the playground. I miss my Dad carrying me to bed when I fall asleep in front of the TV, but I love waking up and talking to my greatest love every morning (We've been married 26 years today). I miss how bad assed I looked in my raggedy old Mach I, but I love cruising over the big bridge in my Vette with the top off(of the car) enjoying sun and wind. I miss kissing my babies feet and hands as they go to sleep in my arms, but I love watching my girls with their own babies. Life's a trade off isn't it? I am amazed everyday. In my advanced age I have learned that you have to enjoy every moment, no matter how mundane. Someday it may be a precious memory. | ||
| Fahren |
Beautiful, Pammy. Right on. | ||
| Court |
________________________________________ . . . . It was a $5.00 world. We complained because new Mustangs cost a whopping $2,200 . . gas skyrocketed from $0.199 (Skelly station on the North end of the Chouteau Bridge, we had just missed the $0.03 7oz Cokes where you put in a nickel and got two pennies back . . . Yep . . we had to live with the introduction of the "Muscle Car" . . Triumph Bonnevilles and Norton Commandos, Gibson SG guitars and Fender Bassman and Bandmaster amps . . we foolishly dumped them and bought the latest and greatest solid-state (a mistake we continue to pay for to this day) . . . and breaking up a relationship was as easy as getting your I.D. bracelet back and sitting with someone else at the basketball game. By the time we hit college . . $5.00 would buy you 3 pitchers during the evening and a 6-pack to take with you when the place closed. There were fights from time to time . . but someone got a bloody lip, their ego bruised and quickly forgot about it. I REALLY miss my Dad too. He was a legend . . what Dad isn't? I remember summers and getting up hours before dawn, sleeping, curled up on a blankie on the floor of an International Travelall, to get to a high line job at day break. I think I was about 6 the first time I got to push the plunger and shoot dynamite in a pole hole. . . oh and it was REAL E. I. DuPont 80% Hy-Drive . . none of thos Tovex or Ny-Pak binary stuff. Those were the days you started the day by taking your Case pocketknife, cutting the stick of dynamite and eating a small pinch to keep from getting headaches spending the day with it in a hole . . . by the time I was 9 it had become evening entertainment to wrap towels on my legs, strap a set of Bashlin Lineman's Climbers on me and watch me try to climb the pole behind the house . . . I remember saving coupons . . cashing them in at the grocery store and saving every penny. I came up a bit short and closed the gap by collecting left over campaign yard signs which netted me a nickel each and was able to buy my first Schwinn Sting-Ray . . . yep, the deluxe with the metallic seat covering. Times were darn sure great. Better? . . who knows, but great. I'd not trade a day with my Granddaughter to go back through . . . I love reading this stuff . . you guys and gals are the best. Court By the way . . I kept my albums and my turn table STILL had the glowing yellow strobe.  | ||
| Wolfridgerider |
ya got me thinking about the "OLD" days fo sho... going to the drive-in and seeing a double feature centipede taking a bath in a creek cause the cistern went dry Checking a trot line my Grandma's big as the cast iron skillet pancakes with the crispy edges riding dirt bikes on the oil & gas rig roads my F150 and its big bench seat (the stories it could tell) the clunk cluck of a 8 track player | ||
| Milt |
I miss thinking that age would bring wisdom. | ||
| Sifo |
I miss summers spent in the barn with my dad fixing up the snowmobiles for the next winter of beating on them. I also miss the early days of WXRT in Chicago back when they couldn't afford to transmit all night long. I miss balsa wood airplanes that cost you a nickle. I miss garbage picking bicycles on garbage day so I could fix the stuff I broke on my stingray hitting dirt jumps all day. Now we have "professional" garbage pickers grabbing anything metal. I kind of miss packing a tool box in the trunk of the car when going on a road trip... Just in case. | ||
| Well_ridden |
I miss the "simpler life" I am guilty of technology too, even at my age. Look at all of us. lol I miss my Wife, my Dad & my Grandparents. You guys help fill the voids of a "lurker" Some funny - some sick. Thanks. |
