[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Wayback Machine: Destination 1984... (Page 1 of 2)
Posted: 4/7/2007 8:37:23 PM EDT
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Here's what I was doing... www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dJ76l_Xtis And watching Miami Vice, Traci Lords movies and shooting my new HK91 and HK93 that I paid about $375 each for.  God I loved the 80s. |
thanks to my 17 yr old GF Tracy. I will never forget her.|
Lets see.... I graduated High School. I bought my first firearm. A Marlin .22 bolt action. Followed up with a 20 gauge shotgun. 
I still have my "Eliminator" and "1984" LPs (vinyl). I did not really accomplish much else that year. Just sort of kicked back after school ended. |
Even Ronnie Reagan dug them. www.youtube.com/watch?v=kW5d_YjQZyM&mode=related&search= |
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break dancing h miami vice omfg I still want a S&W 4506 and a maimi classic rig to wear under a suit coat with the sleeves rolled up circa 1986-88? Off topic but close how about one of my favorite movies Barry gordy's Last Dragon. |
That is how it should be. what the hell happened? |
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1984? Facing down the hordes of the Warsaw Pact. (Sucessful) Getting very drunk on Asbach and Binding Bier. (Sucessful) Trying to mate with every Frauline in Germany. (Fairly sucessful) Trying to stay warm and dry at Vilsek and Graff. (Not very sucessful) Wishing they would invent a time machine already. I miss those days. 
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Three years out of high school. Working my ass off from 80 to 110 hrs a week and STILL had time and energy to have fun. Dammit, where has the energy gone, and to quote Van Halen (whom cost me several speakers) where have all the good times gone The '80's do indeed hold special memories.
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I was working at my first job after graduating college, getting paid what seemed at the time like an obscene amount of money, and listening to as little radio as possible because I hated almost everything that was new at the time. I had a new Toyota SR5 4x4 pickup for commuting and a `70 Challenger 440 6-Pack for weekend cruising. Everything in my world revolved around womenz, cars, womenz, cars, and womenz.
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Lemme see. '84: I was racing a '63 Polara, tunnel rammed hemi, also a '67 Hemi GTX, A street '67 Hemi GTX, building a Hemi Duster, '70 440 Cuda (originally a 440 car but with a tunnel rammed 440,) and a '70 RT/SE 440 6 pack Challenger. I'll watch a Barrett Jackson auction now and cry at the prices. I sold everything in '92 to finance an investment in Florida. 
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I was bracket racing a `68 Charger R/T 440 (my first car). Within the next few years I built my first true race car, a 440 powered Duster. By 1988 I had sold the Challenger for $9k to help finance construction of an Alston Chassis 4 link `70 Challenger. I restored a few cars along the way and raced until 1998, when I decided that broke but fast wasn't as important as financially sound for retirement. I sold the race car and have been selling off parts ever since. I still have a house full of 1970 Charger parts to get rid of.ETA: The 6 Pack Challenger I sold for $9k would be worth probably $75k or more today. 
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I was a freshman in high school in 1984, just started my interest in guns and hunting. My Dad was the Fudd type, my Brother and I were "evil", loved the M1 carbine and M16. I was driving an Audi Fox 4 door, powder blue, no a/c...but it had a cool as hell sunroof. I was a nerd, fo sho! Not into D&D, but reading Stephen King books. Miami Vice was my Friday thing...along with some other programs I have long forgotten about..... Reading Guns & Ammo...and believing their shit!  |
"I was in junior high, dickhead" 
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two years out of high school and years before the Army. I think I was delivering pizza and had just met my now ex-wife. I was dring a 75 mustang II and overall having a good time. I think I bought my first pistol that year. A high standard stainless steel double barreled deringer. I carried on deliveries in the bad part of town and yes, there was no such thing as a CCW license then. Good times indeed but better were to come. |
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I was 14, entering my Freshman year of HS. Spent the summer drinking beer and hiding from Seniors. If you saw the movie "Dazed and Confused," freshman initiation was much like that only it was worse. My first week of HS, I brought in the most money at the Slave Auction (senior fundraiser). I was purchased by the Varsity Cheerleaders. I spent each morning getting picked up by one of them, treated to breakfast at McD's, complete with screwdrivers. From there I was taken to a house, put into a prom dress, high heals and glam makeup. Once at school, I had to escort each one of the cheerleaders to their first class while riding a tricycle. Ahhhh...the good old days. 
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