1970's favorite memories!
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Okay, thanks a lot, now you have Staying Alive stuck in my head
.I like a mix of older and newer, but much of the best rock music IMO came out of the 80's, which a lot of that was of course based on 70's music.
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If that were me, the inside my head part would be stuck on the AAAHHH! AAAAHH! AAAAHH! part...
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Don't have any anymore... all I had was my old skateboard demo pictures... I moved around too much. Didn't keep that stuff.
Had a couple of good ones of me jumping over my sisters Triumph spitfire with a skateboard, and one that was actually published in the old skateboarder magazine of me jumping over a 4 foot high bar that was set on fire... (with dreadlocks, no less.)
Hey! IS THERE ANYTHING WORSE in terms of fashion statement, than a white kid with dreadlocks?! Believe it or not I had shoulder length dreads for about a year or so... (THEY HAD TO BE PERMED IN... MY HAIR IS THIN AND STRAIGHT. I ACTUALLY PAID SOMEONE TO DO THAT TO ME... GOES BACK TO THOSE "TOBACCO PRODUCTS" I GUESS... I MEAN WHAT WAS I THINKING?!)
Had a couple of good ones of me jumping over my sisters Triumph spitfire with a skateboard, and one that was actually published in the old skateboarder magazine of me jumping over a 4 foot high bar that was set on fire... (with dreadlocks, no less.)
Hey! IS THERE ANYTHING WORSE in terms of fashion statement, than a white kid with dreadlocks?! Believe it or not I had shoulder length dreads for about a year or so... (THEY HAD TO BE PERMED IN... MY HAIR IS THIN AND STRAIGHT. I ACTUALLY PAID SOMEONE TO DO THAT TO ME... GOES BACK TO THOSE "TOBACCO PRODUCTS" I GUESS... I MEAN WHAT WAS I THINKING?!)
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"lawn dart" has a special place in aviation lexicon. It is one of the many names for the fairchild metroliner, a skinny tube-like regional airliner popular in the 80s and 90s. If you ever flew in one it probably erased a bit of your hearing!
i love the cargo door on that thing!
And actually, now that I really look at it, it has high horizontal stabilizers, so even though the door is right on the tail, you CAN safely take toys out of it...
When pilots call a plane a lawn dart.. hmmm... I take it this thing was a tad unstable at slow speeds?!
Unfortunately the Metro needed the cargo door shut during movement for structural reasons. It flew like a truck and the early versions were gutless. They had a JATO rocket in the tail armed to ignite if you lost an engine after takeoff! It was also known as the vomit comet, death dart, weed whacker, and San Antonio sewer pipe. (Built in SAT)
Remember the 1979 James Bond Moonraker movie? They used a Handley Page Jetstream for the parachuting scene, as the passenger door could be removed for flight, and a lightweight prosthesis was fitted for the flight. I later flew that aircraft for a small airline based in Santa Barbara.
I dunno Mark, jumping would be so cool but can't get over the fear!
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I saw Saturday Night Fever in the theater but I was so little that I hated the movie. (I liked the soundtrack and I mean, come on, how can A Fifth of Beethoven not be a guilty pleasure?)
The Drive In!! I only went as a kid, in the back of my parents' wood paneled station wagon.
The Drive In!! I only went as a kid, in the back of my parents' wood paneled station wagon.
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I actually looked those things up on the internet after you posted... they have a pretty extensive accident history... 20 major accidents, for a fairly obscure and not widely distributed aircraft. LAWN DART SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT!
AS FOR THE FEAR... YOU DON'T GET OVER IT UNTIL AFTER YOU'VE GONE OUT THE DOOR. ONE THING LEADS TO THE OTHER.
THERE IS A FIRST STEP INVOLVED HERE...
AND IT'S EPIC!
Do a tandem your first time. Freak out all you want. You're instructor's jumping, and you're strapped to him. So guess what, ready or not, you're going.
Once you've gone... IF YOU LOVE FLYING INSIDE THE AIRCRAFT... outside the aircraft your wings are your ailerons, and your feet are your rudders...
You adjust your speed and pitch with your angle of attack, and the amount of arch you use. I can do barrel rolls, loops, and spins, in fractions of a second. Faster outside the plane than in one. Aerobatics the way the birds do it...
And if you're lucky, there will be thermal activity, and the turkey vultures and the hawks will be up and playing in it, and sometimes they let you play too! I've actually played tag with a flock of red tailed hawks in their enviornment, under canopy. Swooping and diving with them... AMAZING isn't a strong enough word to describe it!
It's the most amazing form of flying I've found...
And the speed rush isn't bad either.
125 mph normal belly flight. (YEAH, LIKE ZERO TO 125 IN ONE FRIGGIN' STEP! WOOOSH! YOU ACTUALLY HEAR THE WOOSH ON EXIT...)
150-170-ish normal sit flying speed
185-190-ish normal tracking speed.
200+ vertical tracking speed.
Nothing between you and the wind in your face.
Trust me on this one... it doesn't suck!
And it isn't a "cheating death" thing at all. It's very much a flying thing. Only in this form of flying, for a minute or so of free fall, you're PETER PAN flying. And as you gain body control, you learn aerobatics...
(You do the same pattern in a parachute as an airplane, downwind, base and final. Set up for a landing flare, and time it at the right height. Soft touchdown. Only your feet are your landing gear.)
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Coming in late on this thread, but what a beaut it is!
My fond memories of the seventies (I was born in 1955):
My waistline!!! I wore a killer green bikini to the beach and always had a gold chain knotted around my waist. I have no clue why I did this, but it got many favourable comments from boys so I did not discontinue it (at least, not until the aforementioned waistline deserted me).
Sunburn. Since we spent so very many hours at the beach (which is only a twenty-minute drive from home), I was perpetually sunburnt during my misspent youth. Sadly, I was born a redhead and so I never actually developed a tan. Today, my hair is dark and my skin is salt-and-pepper - with lots of basal cell carcinomas to show for the aforementioned misspent youth.
Skateboards. We were over those by the seventies. During the sixties, my good mate, Russell, and I sacrificed my excellent pair of roller skates and bolted a half fence paling to each one. They made for dicey riding (nothing remotely like the purpose-built offerings of the seventies), but they were great fun! We lived on a hill... Ouch!
Bell bottoms. I would give ANYTHING to be able to wear my bell bottoms again. They were so comfortable and sexy and just downright good-looking. They went with my riding boots and my teeny little white filamel jersey midriff top and I felt like a million quid in them. (NB. 'Quid' is slang for 'pounds' which Australia had up until 1966).
University. O. M. G. I had the utter time of my life at Uni. Everything I did there was fun and challenging and dangerous. I started out doing Agriculture and thereby spent an awful lot of time with rams and bulls and nasty electric fences. During my off time, I learned to do a thing called 'turfing' which is where you make certain alterations to the habitat of your friends (and, sometimes, foes). For example, you might fill up his entire room with styrofoam peanuts which you had gotten from the pharmacist's garbage bin. Or, you might leave a skinned fox cadaver in his bed. You might remove every single screw from every single item in his room and then sit back and wait until a) his door fell out of his doorway and b) his bed collapsed to the floor. One of my better turfs was the time I stitched up all the holes (including buttonholes) in all the clothing of my good friend, Ben. He repaid me by secreting thirty-odd mousetraps in my room (all set to go off if touched). Many did, including the one that nearly severed my middle finger when I reached into my undies draw to withdraw a bra. These were heady times for me! I think I can safely say that all the suppression I suffered at Catholic school was completely undone by my years at Uni.
And then there was the music: Cat Stevens, Simon and Garfunkel, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Eagles, Crosby, Stills Nash and Young, Neil Diamond and etc etc etc. I sold my horse and bought a 12-string guitar and became a hippie (NB. I think I still am one). I learned to enjoy herbal cigarettes in the worst way and laughed my way through much of my late-teenage angst (wonder why I've got asthma today???)
The thing was, though, that those years were filled with possibilities. We (young people) gave the BIGGEST damn about things like injustice, civil rights, the Vietnam War and childhood mortality. We demonstrated and we lobbied and we picketed until things changed. We felt we needed to be heard against a generation that was so self-satisfied about winning World War II and 'providing' for us (pollution, nuclear waste, the Cold War). It amazes me when I walk through the local University campus today. The kids are silent. They work hard and obsessively in search of the ticket to a Big Pay Cheque and they have no time to sit and have D & Ms with their herbal cigarettes (which, today, are far more dangerous than anything I ever inhaled). Oh, and they're depressed and anxious. I don't think those had been invented yet when I spent my blessed youth in the seventies. I had a ball!!!
I'm embarrassed to say I forgot to mention my son, Matt, was born in 1976 and that was a blast too! Having Matt was the best thing that had happened to me to date because it made me grow up and stop being an entitled little princess. Matt is my hero!
My fond memories of the seventies (I was born in 1955):
My waistline!!! I wore a killer green bikini to the beach and always had a gold chain knotted around my waist. I have no clue why I did this, but it got many favourable comments from boys so I did not discontinue it (at least, not until the aforementioned waistline deserted me).
Sunburn. Since we spent so very many hours at the beach (which is only a twenty-minute drive from home), I was perpetually sunburnt during my misspent youth. Sadly, I was born a redhead and so I never actually developed a tan. Today, my hair is dark and my skin is salt-and-pepper - with lots of basal cell carcinomas to show for the aforementioned misspent youth.
Skateboards. We were over those by the seventies. During the sixties, my good mate, Russell, and I sacrificed my excellent pair of roller skates and bolted a half fence paling to each one. They made for dicey riding (nothing remotely like the purpose-built offerings of the seventies), but they were great fun! We lived on a hill... Ouch!
Bell bottoms. I would give ANYTHING to be able to wear my bell bottoms again. They were so comfortable and sexy and just downright good-looking. They went with my riding boots and my teeny little white filamel jersey midriff top and I felt like a million quid in them. (NB. 'Quid' is slang for 'pounds' which Australia had up until 1966).
University. O. M. G. I had the utter time of my life at Uni. Everything I did there was fun and challenging and dangerous. I started out doing Agriculture and thereby spent an awful lot of time with rams and bulls and nasty electric fences. During my off time, I learned to do a thing called 'turfing' which is where you make certain alterations to the habitat of your friends (and, sometimes, foes). For example, you might fill up his entire room with styrofoam peanuts which you had gotten from the pharmacist's garbage bin. Or, you might leave a skinned fox cadaver in his bed. You might remove every single screw from every single item in his room and then sit back and wait until a) his door fell out of his doorway and b) his bed collapsed to the floor. One of my better turfs was the time I stitched up all the holes (including buttonholes) in all the clothing of my good friend, Ben. He repaid me by secreting thirty-odd mousetraps in my room (all set to go off if touched). Many did, including the one that nearly severed my middle finger when I reached into my undies draw to withdraw a bra. These were heady times for me! I think I can safely say that all the suppression I suffered at Catholic school was completely undone by my years at Uni.
And then there was the music: Cat Stevens, Simon and Garfunkel, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Eagles, Crosby, Stills Nash and Young, Neil Diamond and etc etc etc. I sold my horse and bought a 12-string guitar and became a hippie (NB. I think I still am one). I learned to enjoy herbal cigarettes in the worst way and laughed my way through much of my late-teenage angst (wonder why I've got asthma today???)
The thing was, though, that those years were filled with possibilities. We (young people) gave the BIGGEST damn about things like injustice, civil rights, the Vietnam War and childhood mortality. We demonstrated and we lobbied and we picketed until things changed. We felt we needed to be heard against a generation that was so self-satisfied about winning World War II and 'providing' for us (pollution, nuclear waste, the Cold War). It amazes me when I walk through the local University campus today. The kids are silent. They work hard and obsessively in search of the ticket to a Big Pay Cheque and they have no time to sit and have D & Ms with their herbal cigarettes (which, today, are far more dangerous than anything I ever inhaled). Oh, and they're depressed and anxious. I don't think those had been invented yet when I spent my blessed youth in the seventies. I had a ball!!!
I'm embarrassed to say I forgot to mention my son, Matt, was born in 1976 and that was a blast too! Having Matt was the best thing that had happened to me to date because it made me grow up and stop being an entitled little princess. Matt is my hero!
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1970s Stupidest thing I ever did...
Well, we used to sleep out on the beach all the time. And there were times when we'd go to Stinson and Bolinas, which is part public beach, and part private beach. Well, it was legal to sleep out on the private beach, but illegal to sleep out on the public beach. So, you'd have to drive from the public lot, to the private street, once everyone left for the day...
Well, we'd pack up the van after surfing around sundown, and we'd eat dinner. By then there would be parking on the "private side." Which meant driving around the Bolinas lagoon. Well, rather than unpack the van, and put the boards on the roof, and then pack it back up again when we got there... We'd load PEOPLE on the roof, and roll down the windows, and usually have someone standing on the back bumper as well...
So, two on the roof, one on the outside of the driver's door. On on the outside of the passenger door, and one or two standing on the back bumper, for a slow cruise around the Bolinas lagoon. (The same lagoon where my TR3 went for a swim.)
ANYWAY... that fell within our definition of NORMAL.
So, one night, coming back from the PINK FLOYD concert at the Oakland Colloseum... (where we were all perfectly sober, and 100% thinking clearly) we picked up some new friends at the show, and they decided to ride back with us... only problem is NO ROOM LEFT IN THE VAN. IT'S TELEPHONE BOOTH TWISTER IN THERE...
SOOO... my buddy has the bright idea of, let's just ride home on the surf racks... it'll be fun.
"Okay!"
Yeah, so we were strapped to the surf racks on the roof, lying on our belly... going through the Caldicott Tunnel... ON THE ROOF... How we made it home without getting stopped by the police I will never know... but... somehow, we did!
I honestly don't know how I managed to live through my teenage years.
Well, we used to sleep out on the beach all the time. And there were times when we'd go to Stinson and Bolinas, which is part public beach, and part private beach. Well, it was legal to sleep out on the private beach, but illegal to sleep out on the public beach. So, you'd have to drive from the public lot, to the private street, once everyone left for the day...
Well, we'd pack up the van after surfing around sundown, and we'd eat dinner. By then there would be parking on the "private side." Which meant driving around the Bolinas lagoon. Well, rather than unpack the van, and put the boards on the roof, and then pack it back up again when we got there... We'd load PEOPLE on the roof, and roll down the windows, and usually have someone standing on the back bumper as well...
So, two on the roof, one on the outside of the driver's door. On on the outside of the passenger door, and one or two standing on the back bumper, for a slow cruise around the Bolinas lagoon. (The same lagoon where my TR3 went for a swim.)
ANYWAY... that fell within our definition of NORMAL.
So, one night, coming back from the PINK FLOYD concert at the Oakland Colloseum... (where we were all perfectly sober, and 100% thinking clearly) we picked up some new friends at the show, and they decided to ride back with us... only problem is NO ROOM LEFT IN THE VAN. IT'S TELEPHONE BOOTH TWISTER IN THERE...
SOOO... my buddy has the bright idea of, let's just ride home on the surf racks... it'll be fun.
"Okay!"
Yeah, so we were strapped to the surf racks on the roof, lying on our belly... going through the Caldicott Tunnel... ON THE ROOF... How we made it home without getting stopped by the police I will never know... but... somehow, we did!
I honestly don't know how I managed to live through my teenage years.
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Great stories, Trish! Never heard of turfing, but it highly appeals to my mischievous side! Would have gotten myself into a LOT of trouble! Deeply concur with your analysis of youth then and now.
Mark, you are the mythical cat with at least 9 lives! Your personal struggles are astounding - you are a survivor!!
Mark, you are the mythical cat with at least 9 lives! Your personal struggles are astounding - you are a survivor!!
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NAH. I just essentially paid the price for some dumb life choices...
MOST OF THIS FELL UNDER THE GENERAL HEADING OF "I'M A GUY" AND/OR "HAVING FUN."
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Not exactly a dude magnet, every guy I met thought I was driving my boyfriend's car
SILLY! THEY WERE CHECKING TO SEE IF YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND... (We're not always adept at flirting. The downside... Hey she's got a nice... CAR! Love to get behind the wheel of THAT thing.) UMMM...
NOT EXACTLY THE GUY YOU WANT TO GO OUT WITH...
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I just thought of something else... Look at these! Banana bowl and spoon 
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In recent years I found these and started using them again! My mom ordered the set of 4 bowls and spoons from Chiquita in the 70's. Amazingly, the 4 "cheap plastic" bowls are still all in good condition, but I only have the one surviving spoon. I had 2 last year I thought, but must have gotten lost or broken.
.In recent years I found these and started using them again! My mom ordered the set of 4 bowls and spoons from Chiquita in the 70's. Amazingly, the 4 "cheap plastic" bowls are still all in good condition, but I only have the one surviving spoon. I had 2 last year I thought, but must have gotten lost or broken.
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My best 70's moment is in '78 when I crawled out
I really love the pre-birth pregnancy photos of my mom, she looked like such a muse in her dresses and chunky heels and my Dad looked amazing with his flare jeans
I really love the pre-birth pregnancy photos of my mom, she looked like such a muse in her dresses and chunky heels and my Dad looked amazing with his flare jeans
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A lot of you mentioned Tower Records; it is now the subject of a documentary movie entitled "All things must pass: The rise and fall of Tower Records.
Looks like an indie production with limited release: ALL THINGS MUST PASS
