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#6 of 14 Re: Two come to mind... [lemko]
by steve_ HOST
May 29, 2012 (9:56 am)
Miss. State? That's where I learned how to cook a hawg. Note the baseball cap on Bert (named mine Clarence). I hope your Dad stopped early and often for BBQ.
#7 of 14 Re: Memorable Car Rides [steve_]
May 29, 2012 (12:58 pm)
Don't remember my first solo drive, but I remember my dad trying to teach me to drive a stick when I was maybe 8, before he got rid of the Horizon (maybe that was the intent - I break it, so he gets a new car). It didn't go well. I did a lot of my practice at age 15 in his 1960 Ford Country Sedan (this was in 1992), if you can park and maneuver in tight spots in that land based aircraft carrier, you can park anything.
I remember a long road trip into western Canada in the fintail when I was 20 - the carefree-ness of youth, I just gassed her up, checked the fluids, and hit the road. Today I am leery of any drive in the old beast that's more than 100 miles or so. Of course, the car is a bit older now.
One memorable drive for me is in November of 09, in a 7-series diesel, went from Wolfsburg Germany to rural north central Switzerland in a day - rained most of the time, took a touristy stop in Rothenburg, had a grand time experiencing everything from ancient streets and country roads to triple digit 'bahn blasts and traffic jams.
#8 of 14 I have a few to share.
by KarenS HOST
May 31, 2012 (2:26 pm)
And I'll start with this one.
I'm the youngest of five and our family vacations were always camping. Partially because my Dad loved to camp, but the primary reason was we couldn't afford to stay in even the seedy motels. So it was seven of us in a tent that was meant for four. This was a heavy-duty canvas tent my Dad purchased with green stamps collected at participating gas stations.
I vividly remember one of these vacations to visit a national park, which a portion of the land use to be owned by my great-grandfather. We traveled in a two-door Ford Fairlane. Sorry, I can't remember the model year. My four siblings would be crammed in the back seat and I, as the youngest, sat in the front with our parents. I remember peeking over the top of the seat and making faces at my brothers and sisters, and they would try to catch my nose before I ducked down. Great game, until Dad had enough and threatened to leave us all at the next gas stop.
Dad a was a master at packing. Items were:
tent (including stakes, ropes and poles)
large cooler - Coleman metal kind
2 camp lanterns
a gallon of white gas
box of cooking gear/dishes/utensils
7 sleeping bags (heavy cotton/wool)
box of non-perishable food
2 folding lawn chairs (For Mom and Dad. Kids sat at the campground picnic table if available.)
2 large suitcases for all our clothes, towels, etc.
fishing poles and tackle box
I'm sure I'm forgetting some items, but all of the above was strategically packed into the trunk of the Fairlane. I recall my Dad and brothers bouncing the trunk multiple times to get it to catch.
It was on this particular trip that the inevitable flat tire occurred as we were a couple hundred miles from the park. The first thing Mom said, "I certainly hoped you remembered to pack the jack." To which my father replied, "Of course, I'm not stupid." Yep, the jack was in the trunk, but while he was turning the Fairlane trunk into a replica of Fibber McGee's closet, he did neglect to include the spare tire, which he didn't realize until two-thirds of our gear was stacked along side of the road. Dad mused, "Hunh, no wonder it was so easy to close the trunk."
So what to do? Dad and the brothers took the flat off while Mom and the girls looked pitiful in hopes some good Samaritan would stop to offer assistance. And did I mention it was mid-July and close to triple digit heat? Luckily someone did stop. He offered to take Dad to a local station to have the flat repaired. Off Dad went leaving the rest of us sweltering in the heat. As I was very young, I don't remember how long it was before he returned, but it was long enough that my brothers created a make-shift shelter using the tent poles and sleeping bags to keep the sun off of us. When Dad returned with the repaired tire he also brought 7 ice-cold bottles of Coke. We never had soda. It was too expensive and "will rot your stomach", so Mom said.
I don't remember much else about that trip, but that icy-cold Coca-cola was the best thing I'd ever tasted.
#9 of 14 Re: I have a few to share. [KarenS]
May 31, 2012 (3:01 pm)
Good story, Karen. Do you hate camping now? Did that Fairlane have A/C?
May 31, 2012 (3:57 pm)
I had a '92 SHO.
Right off my street was an undivided 4 lane state highway, 2 lanes each way.
Usually I drove in the left lane then cut over to the right when it was time to exit.
After having a lot of snow, we had a warm day followed by a cold night.
Like everyone, I was thinking black ice, so i decided to play it safe and drive in the right lane.
Up ahead were a Bronco and an Escort wagon and could see the next traffic light had turned red.
I checked to my left and there was a car next to me.
When I looked ahead again, the Bronco was nowhere to be seen, but the Escort was stopped.
I was thinking, boy that Bronco ran the red light.
As soon as I hit the brakes, I realized I was on black ice.
I didn't want to ram the Escort in the back and I couldn't get into the left lane because of the other car.
Only choice was to run it up the snow bank.
It went up the snow bank and I looked right at the driver though my moon roof!
At the intersection, the snowbank ended and my car banged back down onto the pavement.
It seemed to run ok, so I went to work, looked underneath when I got there. Nothing was leaking.
I called the local Ford dealer and asked them if they could check out my car.
They said the lower right suspension arm was scraped up but not bent and the alignment was fine.
I convinced myself it wasn't as bad as I thought it was until I saw a line carved in that snow bank at least 5 feet above the pavement when I drove by it on the way home.
#11 of 14 Re: I have a few to share. [hpmctorque]
by KarenS HOST
May 31, 2012 (5:17 pm)
I wouldn't say I hate camping now, but if given a choice, I'll always opt for the cabin in the woods with a hot tub on the deck.
A/C? Uhh, no.
#12 of 14 Re: I have a few to share. [KarenS]
Jun 01, 2012 (6:38 am)
My Dad loved to go camping as well. We had a dark green 1972 Ford Country Squire wagon back then, so there was plenty of room for our gear. That car had A/C, but Dad rarely used it.
This car is a dead ringer for it except Dad's car had the optional bumper guards on each side of the center grille:
#13 of 14 Re: I have a few to share. [lemko]
by KarenS HOST
Jun 07, 2012 (7:42 am)
Ohhhh, my Dad would have loved that, but Mom would have thought it too luxurious.
#14 of 14 Springtime in the north country
by steve_ HOST
Jun 07, 2012 (7:59 am)
Late May/early June is a great time to do the Alaska Highway. The leaves aren't out but the critters are. A friend of mine drove up to Anchorage from Texas last week. On the section around Watson Lake he saw 11 black bears, a grizzly with 2 cubs, 2 porcupines, some bison, lots of caribou, 3 moose and some sheep. That was just on June 3rd.
Once the leaves come out, the critters are much better hidden.