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Aug 20, 2020 16:05:11   #
Kickaha Loc: Nebraska
 
Iliamna1 wrote:
So they got you a pinto!?! Remember, you should never look a gift horse (or pinto) in the mou9th (or under the hood). Forgive me, but I just couldn't hold that in.


That's okay. Sometimes the 'bad' joke just has to come out. Besides it was a very nice little car.

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Aug 20, 2020 18:06:32   #
Iliamna1
 
RandyBrian wrote:
That's a very frightening thought. A******n as a means of sacrificing babies to Satan??? I don't want to believe that, but I can't deny the possibility.


Ancient pagan religions often included the 'sacrifices' of unwonted babies, That included Baphomet, Moloch and Baal. They didn't have a******n mills, so unwanted babies were a dime a dozen. There is definitely a tangible satanic connection to those who support a******n.

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Aug 21, 2020 01:25:27   #
Mantle
 
Peewee wrote:
Makes sense to me. A 47 c**pe? My brother and I pooled our money @$50. To buy one that still ran as our first car, a four-door. Original everything except tires and the radio still worked. My brother being older and having a license, got to use it more often. He took it to a few out of town ball games and didn't check the oil and threw a rod.

It sat next to a shed for a few years and even with a thrown rod, I got 500.00 for it. Too bad my brother was in college out of state. It was parked at the crossroads of two colleges and two high schools. The perfect location for selling a classic, if only for spare parts.

The hood had a ridge down the middle that was held together by, wait for it... ducktape. Think I got to drive it twice before she died. An ugly olive drab green car. Big steering wheel, lots of leg room, big trunk, big hood, and a little six-cylinder underneath.

I still liked it more than the VW bug made dad made me buy from his banker friend.
Three t***smissions later I figured out why. Dad got his loan, the banker unloaded his lemon, and I got screwed, again.
Makes sense to me. A 47 c**pe? My brother and I po... (show quote)


In 1961, Dad paid $100 for my first car, a ‘49 Chevy C**pe that looked and drove pretty much like the ‘47, with some major exceptions. The back seat was held erect by three suitcases wedged between it and the back seat, and the headlights were iffy on bumpy roads—Lol!
“if ye dint holjer mouth just right!”

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Aug 21, 2020 01:33:58   #
Mantle
 
Mantle wrote:
In 1961, Dad paid $100 for my first car, a ‘49 Chevy C**pe that looked and drove pretty much like the ‘47, with some major exceptions. The back seat was held erect by three suitcases wedged between it and the back seat, and the headlights were iffy on bumpy roads—Lol!
“if ye dint holjer mouth just right!”


On those occasions, I’d prop the hood up with a notched broom handle and bang around here and there with one of my high-heeled shoes—Lol!—and the banging worked almost every time! Marilou was a good ol’ car! Even when she jumped and jerked because all of her motor mounts became loosened! Lol! 🎶 Those WERE the days!” 🎶

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