Fun cars were really cheap...
Alfa Giulietta & Giulia spiders, $100 - $300
MGB's and Midgets, same price range
A nice Duetto, $500
A 61 Super 90 356 coupe, $600.
A 66 911 coupe, $700
College from 73 - 78. And a whole pantload of fun stuff that I can't remember.

Hmmm...the 70s. Navy, college, British & Japanese sports cars. Disco era made me blech.

Memories of the late '60s and into the '70s bring back memories of living at the beach & going to college after getting out of the Army in early '66. I loved the brawless and mini skirt days. I still have my Pioneer tuner and Marantz HD880 speakers, though I got them in the later '70s. Those were really special days.
And yes, the '80s sucked. In fact everybody at the time agreed they sucked from the music to the cars and everything else.

TV shows were aired a week later in Hawaii.

I remember female porn stars of that era were " grooming challenged " and it looked like their co-stars were having sex with a fur coat :rolleyes: . Glad that phase is pretty much over :D . I have good memories of high school and my early working years . Met the Mrs. and we married in 1978 and we're still going strong ! I have owned and let go a LOT of cars and trucks over the years but the one I regret the most was a red Mercury Capri with black interior . A sweet little sport coupe with a 2600 cc V6 and manual transmission it was my first " foreign " car . I really wish I could get that one back .

Seeing Steve Martin stand-up at The Raven (coffee house) in Berkley, MI for $6. Seeing Joe Cocker perform at the Royal Oak Theater (yes, a movie theater).

Also this iconic Farrah Fawcett poster . . .

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One thing I remember about the 70s was buying cigarettes locally for 35 cents a pack. i went to New York for a week and Marboros were 75 cents. I swore that if they ever got that ridiculously expensive at home I was quitting smoking. In '78 or '79 I did in fact quit.

George Carlin and Steve Martin comedy albums we laughed for hours on end . Thanks to both for making life just a little bit easier .

The early 70s is when we moved from Hawaii, to Alabama. I went from a pretty good understanding of the local Hawaiian kids pidgin English, to total confusion of the way the black kids talked. I could only understand about 1/2 the words they said. My school in Montgomery, AL was 60% black kids and I ended up with several black school friends.
I will always remember a kid tapped me on the shoulder right before class started and asked me a question, and as far as I knew he was speaking a foreign language. I had no clue at all what he said. After three or four tries, I explained I was not trying to be a pain, but I simply could not understand him. She he tried to speak slowly and I could finally guess he wanted to "borrow" a pencil. He was saying "yagottapinclman" with the words not enunciated. I let him have a pencil stub I had and we ate lunch together for most of the year. I taught him some "really valuable" Hawaiian slang, and he taught me a few of the local "jive" phrases. He was actually a pretty cool kid, but lived on the other side of town from the Air Force Base that I lived on.

It was the era of busing kids everywhere and no kids got to go to a local school.

Grade school and HS sophomore years.

Riding bikes to school without helmets. Goofing off in orange groves and flood control channels.

Lusting after my friends older brother's AH 3000.

Evel Knevel on ABC Wide World of Sports
Tons of fireworks for the Bicentennial
Dirt clod fights with neighborhood kids at the new home construction sites
Riding my 10-speed bike EVERYWHERE in the same gear all the time
Dumpster diving for scrap lumber to build a clubhouse
Conversion vans with crazy paint schemes
Stoner dudes with pukka shell necklaces
Afros on white kids (and adults)
Sigmund and the Sea Monsters
The Bugaloos
Speed Racer on after school TV
Schoolhouse Rock
Wanting to run the slide projector in school
Sister Mary Antonio (yikes)

EDIT: Really ****ty skate board wheels.

Carlin's Seven Dirty Words

Carlin was funnier when he didn't have to curse to get you to laugh. Brilliant guy but he sold out and went to profanity to get easy laughs.

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Neither do I.
Hmm. I wonder who's responsible for most of the smoking bans. I'll have to go look that up...

I can remember an airline flight and sitting in the “no smoking” area and the smoking area was the seat behind me. Like them blowing that stinky smoke out their mouths and nose and it would magically stay back there.

Girls in super tight jeans
Cheap Trick, Kiss, Aerosmith
Fast muscle cars
Cheap beer
Records
Home grown weed

Riding in the far back of the folks 66 Chevelle station wagon (like this one).

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A pic I took back in '75...the double nickel and the gas crunch both in full effect in Oregon. Check the lack of traffic...this was I-5 on a weekend. Dark days for car guys, they were.

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God save the queen.

I got a Mac mr78, c27 and mc2125 pushing jbl l65's..with a thorens td165...still have them.

Lots of blue eyed, blond CA girls walking around in bikinis in Isla Vista..running Porsches hard up and down the coast highway to that university in CA by the sea and beach.

I once raced a guy in a 69.mach1 from n Hollywood all the way up to sea cliff drive above Ventura on 101 late one night. After awhile you got to know where the chp liked to hide.

Those were not happy years for me..you have to play the cards as they are dealt and pay the price for a better future.

My boys received an Atari emulator yesterday. It has 120 games in 8 bit. The sounds brought me right back to the late 70s. And the games were pretty awful.

Some of the best rock concerts ever, Jethro Tull at the Coliseum, Rennaisance in the Felt Forum, Frank Zappa at the Capitol, Dave Mason with The Band and so much more.

The 70's. When sex was safe and racing was dangerous.

Cheech and Chong - Up in Smoke
Smokey and the Bandit.
Close encounters of the third kind
Halloween
Carrie
Animal House
Dirty Harry
Grease.. yes I said it.. lol.

And many more... All have great memories

In the days of segregated (M - F) university residences, finding I could fit a bottle of wine and two glasses along with my 12 string guitar into the case when responding to an invite to a party in the women's residence.:cool:

Walking into the women's res in the aftermath of a water fight! Wet T shirts and underwear everywhere.:D

It's a good thing I settled down so I could graduate.

Best
Les

peak gonorrhea

Yea, but a shot in the butt, and all was well. It was not a death sentence.

I was dating a chick that was hired to be the "house mother" of a women's dorm at a university just a short drive away. She had to appear the be the good upstanding lady, so she could not be seen buying booze or going to bars. So I would bring her several bottles of booze and sneak into her residence on the bottom floor at the dorm building. She was just what a young 20 something guy "needed" and wanted.

I'm surprised no one has mentioned their paper routes yet. I started mine at about age 10 or 11. Delivering was great - I would get out on my bike before school, head up to the paper shack where we got all of our papers for our routes, and headed out to deliver from there. By the time I got home my mom had my lunch packed, I had a quick bowl of cereal, and off to school.

Collecting really sucked, though. We had to go door to door to collect everyone's subscription payments. Really taught me a lot about human nature, at that ripe young age. Lots of folks tipped pretty darn good, but lots of folks wouldn't pay at all. Every excuse in the book, if they even bothered to answer the door. Some pretty mean people, too, especially considering it was a kid they were dealing with.

Lots of my fellow paper boys rejoiced when the paper changed to mail-in subscription payments. In spite of the hard time I got from a few of my subscribers, though, I hated it. It made it a lot harder for the nice folks to give us tips. That's where the real money was.

And how about lawn mowing? Talk about another cash cow for a willing young man. I did that for about the same length of time, from about 10 or 11 until I was old enough to drive. Actually, I quit the route, but kept mowing, at least for a few folks, long after I was driving.

I wound up buying my first decent motorcycle, that I actually owned and paid for myself, with that paper route and lawn mowing money. It was my first 1976 Sportster. Unfortunately, not the one I still have today, darn it. The one I still have was purchased when I was 19, and it was my third by then.

But, um, yeah - paper routes and lawn mowing. My friends and I made some serious bank (for a kid) in these endeavors. Some of us saved every last damn penny, some squandered all of it on little b.s. crap along the way. Much like real life, I guess.

Oh yea, my brother and I had full on fist fights over whose turn it was to get to use mom & dad's mower. Especially is Hawaii, the mowing season was 12 months per year. We wore out two sets of wheels pushing that mower house to house. We had our own gas cans, and we had to bring the mower back full of gas. I could push it down to the gas station, get a gallon of gas and coke for 30 cents at the base gas station.

Good post Higgins. I remember delivering in all kinds of weather here in the PNW. Winter could be brutal but I always had to get there on my own steam. Saturdays were bad with the comics and coupon books thrown in, but the worst was the Saturday a month before Christmas when Sears would have their catalogue in there too. Each paper would weigh well over a pound. My route was about 75 houses...

I loved the 70's. At least now I can say it even though I didn't think so back then. Just starting out with a new wife, 1st child, corvette 's, some weed we thought was great but later found out it was nothing, concerts, earning so little but not knowing it, a Honda 175 that we rode around on the country roads, first house @$125 month mortgage, 69 Z/28 restored, on and on. It, for me, was a time to remember and I have some great memories to never forget.

I didn't like the 70s. The hippies had all turned mean everyone was poor and all the streets were dirty. Bell bottoms and afros and gold chains are made for scary clown hookers. I had repeat nightmares from Joe Walsh's "In the city". Dad ran over my green machine on purpose a few days after giving it to me (only new thing I remember getting) for leaving it in the driveway again by the garage but in his parking spot. My Stingray frame then rusted and cracked after a jump and then repaired wrong. My $65 Mongoose bought from Tony with money cleaning carpets got stolen after leaving it in front of an arcade for 5 minutes. Anyone without a Camero was out of the cool club. Mom and dad always fighting.

The 80's with big colorful fake everything was a relief. Plus MTV and Rubics Cube.
You knew who was an idiot instantly.

I was 10 in '78 and almost got washed down a storm drain delivering papers in this:

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This Bridgmans turned out to be my HS job:
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Not me, but it sure could have been, I was doing the same thing at the time:
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I remember girls wearing dittos jeans and halter tops, and gas lines.

Working nights at the only 24 hour store in town. I knew every cop, pimp, and prostitute in town. Most by name....

After a movie I took my date to IHOP for a late night breakfast. As we reached the front door out come my pimp "friend" and his "lady". One quick glance and you knew their profession.

John (his name) the pimp: "Hey, Phil, who is yo lady friend!"
Me "Joan"
John "Nice looking lady. Too good fo you!"
Me "Later"
Joan""Who was that!!!!"

Never went out with me again.

Way back in the 1970s.........

Long before digital cameras. I was a photo geek, and used a lot of Tri-X (ASA 400) and push processed it to 32,000 with a developer called Rodinal as my foggy memory recalls. Anyway the local cops had seem some of my work at a Jr. High football game and wanted some help.
I loaded up some of their film, and my camera and they drove me to every place the hookers hung out, and we shot photos. I was teaching them about exposure, and they were teaching me were all the dive bars and hookers were.
The hookers that were so ugly I can't imagine why any male would every pay for sex.
The next day I showed them how to print the photos and helped the police department vice squad do a better job. I made some cop friends and I was a high school kid.

1972. Pal had a 70 SS 396 Chevelle with "Cowl Induction". He could drive like a boss. Maybe it was he could shift like a boss?

Four 16 year old boys in this beast of a car. Drove to Michigan from Toledo for 3.2 beer. First place we tried sold it to us. Maybe a case? of piss-water? Two years underage in Michigan and five years underage in Ohio. I do think Ohio sold 3.2 for youngsters but maybe somebody knew a place in Michigan? It was only 15 minutes to the border.

McDonalds was the hot spot in Ohio. We went there and spent two bucks thirty for fries, a burger and a pop.

When leaving McDonalds, lit those tires up on Woodville road and I was in heaven.

It was the sweetest sound coming out of that quadrajet a young semi "buzzed" fellow could hear.

Damn. 1972 was the year I got my only case of that. The ironic thing was it was from my H.S. girlfriend from 10++ years before. She came to visit me after we hadn't seen each other for almost ten years. Stayed a few days. Later wrote me a letter saying, "By the way - but not to worry." Turned out I did need to worry.

My son graduated to mowing lawns when he was about 13. He made way more money at it, but it was seasonal, so he kept his paper route to keep up his cash flow in the winter.

I grew up in the country, at that age I was on a tractor mowing hay or cultivating corn for $1 an hour. But that was in the ‘60s (sorry to stray off topic).