BrewInspector
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The copper brew kettles were heated by fire.View attachment 418116
My Dad and uncles always had these scattered in with Genesee (Gennys) and Hamms.
WTF is "fire brewed beer"?!?
The copper brew kettles were heated by fire.View attachment 418116
My Dad and uncles always had these scattered in with Genesee (Gennys) and Hamms.
WTF is "fire brewed beer"?!?
Cheap enough to sit it on the sidewalk and hit it with a hammer.Then unroll it to finish off the ones that weren't spent.
Prelude to getting older and graduating to emptying the powder out of fireworks into piles in the street and lighting it. Hugely entertaining watching what normally took 30 seconds to burn up going up in one big flash in half a second. Good times.
Prelude to getting older and graduating to emptying the powder out of fireworks into piles in the street and lighting it. Hugely entertaining watching what normally took 30 seconds to burn up going up in one big flash in half a second. Good times.
Gasoline was fun too. Dangerous and unpredictable, but fun.
- TVs channels did not broadcast but during certain times of the day
- The Pinto and the Maverick. (these were cars)
Good times.
Good times, sure. Might as well have said Mustang II. The good old days weren't.
One of my friends in high school had a Mustang II liftback. Our school didn't have it's own pool so I hitched a ride with him to get to practice every day after school. There is a rather steep hill in between and we discovered that if we were going 72 mph when we hit the top, we could catch air on the way down. Good times!
My BIL had a '74 Mustang II and one time as he was flying down the freeway at about 70, the rear wheel came off and passed him.
It was really a nothing special car.
My BIL had a '74 Mustang II and one time as he was flying down the freeway at about 70, the rear wheel came off and passed him.
It was really a nothing special car.
Did the wheel get a ticket?
My first car was a Mustang. Forget which one tho. Remember when you could look inside the engine bay and have enough space to see road?
I think at one point I stood inside to work on something. I don't think at my current girth that would be possible on that same car. Time tends to make things shrink. Just to change a bulb you have to be a contortionist.
lol... same with my '72 Chevelle (small block 350). my roommate had to stand inside the engine compartment to replace the flywheel
My first car was a Mustang. Forget which one tho. Remember when you could look inside the engine bay and have enough space to see road?
Certainly no E36 M3 Everything is buttoned up under some plastic, or newer production cars have ground effects so you cannot see the ground anyway. I guess its good since you had the E60 M5 hitting 205mph. You don't want this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8XxQkXCmsU
or
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXZaAuyuYmQ
Actually makes me quite nostalgic for the ALMS. Great racing series.
When I was a little boy we had an old Falcon. The back floor board had a rusted out hole and I’d stick and umbrella with the metal tip through the hole and watch it spark as we drove down the road.
In hindsight...I wasn’t a smart little boy! [emoji12]
And yet you survived. It's amazing that so many of us do.
Brew on
When I was a little boy we had an old Falcon. The back floor board had a rusted out hole and I’d stick and umbrella with the metal tip through the hole and watch it spark as we drove down the road.
In hindsight...I wasn’t a smart little boy! [emoji12]
Similar, my friend Sean drove me the longish 30-mile drive to high school in an orange beetle with rusted out floorboards. High school was early, so we drove in the dark, the cold dark morning. Watched the road go by underfoot, a mesmerizing gray streak between two pine 1x4s. We cranked the heat in that winter and played Yessongs as loud as the little german speakers would play, and it was alright.
I didn't realize then that those were golden moments that I would remember on a beer forum 40 years later. No way to know at the time what will later be the hallmarks in your life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tdu4uKSZ3M
Man, aint that the truth! How many of us would be taken from our parents and be wards of the state, been sued, thrown in jail, etc!!? [emoji1]
Can you imagine seeing a car drive down the freeway and a kid laying in that flat area over the trunk?!
Its a small feat were still alive!
Similar, my friend Sean drove me the longish 30-mile drive to high school in an orange beetle with rusted out floorboards. High school was early, so we drove in the dark, the cold dark morning. Watched the road go by underfoot, a mesmerizing gray streak between two pine 1x4s. We cranked the heat in that winter and played Yessongs as loud as the little german speakers would play, and it was alright.
I didn't realize then that those were golden moments that I would remember on a beer forum 40 years later. No way to know at the time what will later be the hallmarks in your life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tdu4uKSZ3M
And beetles were not known for having an abundance of heat either ...
skitchin', bumper skiing... whatever you want to call it
after it snowed, before the streets were plowed (or even after, if it was a big enough snow), would grab a passing car's bumper and let it drag you down the street. first did this in northern Virginia, you could basically count on 1 good snow a season to do this.
after HS, I moved to Atlanta and the very first winter we had a big snowstorm (same storm hit DC & Air Florida 90 went into the Potomac). well... 4 inches over 3 days in Atlanta is a HUGE storm, especially when it would thaw only a little during the day, then freeze overnight, then another inch of snow
so, since I seemed to be the only person in the city who knew how to drive in that kind of weather, it was me driving my '75 Skylark down the frozen/snowy road & a dozen drunken Georgia rednecks hanging off the sides and back of my car
Skitchin'. That's what we call it in the Northeast too. Use to do that in the back Bay of Boston. First time I ever had a gun pulled on me doing that to someone's car. Good times.skitchin', bumper skiing... whatever you want to call it
after it snowed, before the streets were plowed (or even after, if it was a big enough snow), would grab a passing car's bumper and let it drag you down the street. first did this in northern Virginia, you could basically count on 1 good snow a season to do this.
after HS, I moved to Atlanta and the very first winter we had a big snowstorm (same storm hit DC & Air Florida 90 went into the Potomac). well... 4 inches over 3 days in Atlanta is a HUGE storm, especially when it would thaw only a little during the day, then freeze overnight, then another inch of snow
so, since I seemed to be the only person in the city who knew how to drive in that kind of weather, it was me driving my '75 Skylark down the frozen/snowy road & a dozen drunken Georgia rednecks hanging off the sides and back of my car
First time I ever had a gun pulled on me doing that to someone's car. Good times.
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