Saw this old Ford.
It brought back some memories, as a fellow named Bob (No, not that Bob, nor even THAT Bob, or even that OTHER Bob!) would pick up fellows around the neighborhood and delivery us to high school.
For a small fee...
It was quicker than taking the bus, and cheaper, too. Some of the guys (Not me!) smoked, so a stop might be made at the Jack In The Box to pick up cigarettes, as they had a cigarette machine, and no questions were asked!

More antennas!

I looked this fellow up and realized I sort of vaguely know him, having listened to him and his father converse on one of the "local" repeaters. Power supply!
So far this week, 24 miles commuting.
1 comment:
Ah the good ol'days where you can pick up a pack of ciggies from a vending machine! BTW-like the headlight pics.
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