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Originally Posted by John Sabato
Not my actual car. ( wish I had a photo of it and me back then!)
Mine was green. I paid $50.00 for it in 1966. It had 56,000 miles on it and It smoked like I was fogging for misquitoes... Took me and my Dad a couple of weekends to find and replace a couple of burnt valves, and a blown seal in the automatic transmission that was allowing transmission fluid to be vacuumed into the carburetor. (transmission used a vacuum assisted advance to change gears... that's what caused all the smoke!)
Was t-boned and totaled by an uninsured guy running a stop sign in 1967...
Noncomretired,
You look just like the Drill Sergeant I had in 1967... at Fort Bragg. (E-7-2) He had unbelieveable stamina. He would go to town or the club and drink till they closed... then come back to the baracks about 3AM, and fall asleep in front of the TV, then get up at 5AM and kick our butts ALL DAY LONG !!! ...and then do it all again!
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Not me John, I was a Drill at Ft Campbell, Mar 70-Oct 72, Ft Wood, Oct 72- July 75. I've had a lot of twins it seems around the world, one got me in a lot of crap when I living in Dunoon, Scotland, didn't pay his bills, womanized, it was a Navy Sub Base, Holyloch. I got kicked out of some places and my face slapped by a few women and one gal was pregnant. Never did come face to face with him.
As for unbelievable stamina.... I've been accused of having that too all my life by all 'my' lady friends.
My first car was a 49 Ford sedan, I had to sell it before I could drive it, I was 16, I didn't make enough money that summer to pay for the car and my school books and clothes. Next year I got a 54 Chevy sedan on my 17th birthday, first day I drove it, it was to school a wild woman hit me in the driver side rear, that happened on a Friday, I was at the recruiter that Monday. My first cars bring back bad memories and a mother of all pessimist. My classic cars came after I established my own life on my own.
