Without stating your age: How old are you?

Wandered around for days collecting returnable soda bottles to buy Hubley Metal Models.

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I never knew there was such a thing until a few weeks ago. Found this one listed on Craigslist for $10 and bought it on a whim. Had a couple Hubley toy tractors and such as a kid but didn't know they made car kits.

Still working on assembling it. Bought it intending to make a hot rod out of it, but as it's an odd scale (1/20 vs. the more usual 1/24 or 1/25) couldn't find suitable wheels/tires/engine for it so decided to build it stock. When I get it finished I'll post pictures of it here.
 
1970 Petrol was $20 cents a Gallon.........Imperial that is.........1 Dozen Tallies were $3.60............Could go to an obscure back road pub and buy beer but had to knock on a service door that opened up to the bottle shop.......we were under age buy 5 years.
 
1970 Petrol was $20 cents a Gallon.........Imperial that is.........1 Dozen Tallies were $3.60............Could go to an obscure back road pub and buy beer but had to knock on a service door that opened up to the bottle shop.......we were under age buy 5 years.
mmmm..21 minus ?=?
 
Might have been 21 in those days............NZ i think was 20, then it went down to 18 around the time i turned 18.........Had my first joint in 1970. 3 years before the next
 
Red Skelton, Bonanza, My Mother the Car, Love American Style,Laurence Welk Show, Batman, Dark Shadows, Green Hornet, Get Smart My first car was a '59 Bettle. Loved that car. 6 Volt but always started. Rebuilt the engine. Ok, the machine shop build up the short block and heads but, I assembled and installed the engine myself. 75 mph top speed.
 
As an alternative to going back in history like when gas was 25 cents, etc., here's another clue: every week I get email and snail mail offers for hearing aids, "final expense" insurance policies, and virility pills. I guess the underlying message is to enjoy whatever time I have left as much as possible, or perhaps, to get a lot while you're young.
 
Skull, you remember the price of gas in NZ back then. I pumped gas in Auckland those days, and I don't remember, but then again it was the 60's. You are right, the age to consume alcohol was 21, then dropped to 20 around 71 or so, 18 was after my time there. They lowered the voting age at the same time, I think. Yeah, sneaking in under age was just what we did, and we were nearly always successful at it . Friday night pub crawl up Queen street just a distant memory now, good thing.
 
What a great idea! Let's see, in no particularly chronological order............
I remember "Review '61" with Digby Wolf, Sitting by the radio listening to reports of Kennedy's assassination while my mother cried. Being "All the way with LBJ" after watching his '66 speech in Brisbane with my father. Getting our first telephone - big and black and sat on the mantlepiece. My aunt's anti - macassars. Black & White TV's. "Cheyenne" with Clint Walker, "Rawhide" with Clint Eastwood,"Whiplash" with Peter Graves and "Rin Tin Tin", not to mention "Skippy the Bush Kangaroo". My dad paying 30 pound ($60) for a second hand '48 Mercury. Single lane highways. A time when you could put enough 20c pieces into an automatic after-hours petrol machine to fill your car for a week. The referendum to give Aboriginals the vote and recognise them as real Human Beings. I recall Mailman's water bags, Jim's "Meccano" sets, a .22 Winchester behind the kitchen door for mating cats and Starlings, being able to take the heads from sparrows I shot from our roofline with a Diana air rifle, down to a council depot to get paid a half-penny a dozen. The Rat Man and his Fox Terriers, being a "Cub" and doing "bob-a-Job" without the fear of paedophiles, watching horrified as my father joined in the 6 o'clock "swill" when all our alcohol venues closed at 6:00pm and remained shut on Sundays, talking in Lee Marvin's voice in bottle shops around the coast at 16 when the drinking age was 21. I too had a '60 Beetle - I painted it orange with a brush. Sunday afternoon chicken roasts with freshly killed chicken, (I probably should have had therapy after watching a few of those), listening to Winifred Atwell and Bing Crosby and, later, Friday nights watching Rowan and Martin. Flairs, platform soles, kaftans, afros and "Ban the Bomb" necklaces. My first day of school, crying as my mother left me and being handed a slate and slate pencil by my hardened Year 1 teacher. Times have changed.
Thanks Gary, I enjoyed that trip down memory lane. If only I could remember where I put my glasses!
 
hummmmm, as long an the "Mailman" is mute.... Seam up the back of her hose. Brogans. Doctor and mailman on horse back. Dragging a cotton sack. Cutting railroad ties for a living. Going to school as the crops allowed. Playing Piano, only songs that could be corded. Heading to the "big City" getting married and the misses standing in line with food war stamps in WWII.
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I never knew there was such a thing until a few weeks ago. Found this one listed on Craigslist for $10 and bought it on a whim. Had a couple Hubley toy tractors and such as a kid but didn't know they made car kits.

Still working on assembling it. Bought it intending to make a hot rod out of it, but as it's an odd scale (1/20 vs. the more usual 1/24 or 1/25) couldn't find suitable wheels/tires/engine for it so decided to build it stock. When I get it finished I'll post pictures of it here.
Damn, Senior...How cool is that!
 

When I was in Jr. high school, I joined a model rocket club. After school we would meet in an empty classroom and build rockets and once a week we would fly them in the field behind our school. I wasn’t very good at gluing the stabilizer fins on straight and my rockets had a bad habit of corkscrewing into the air and veering wildly off course and then landing on somebody’s roof. Haha! :laugh2:
I still had a blast. I enjoyed it so much that it was a hobby I introduced my kids to, we would build them together and I would let them paint them, then we would go and fly them. Watching how much they enjoyed that, was like looking at myself 30 years earlier! :geek:
 
When I was in Jr. high school, I joined a model rocket club. After school we would meet in an empty classroom and build rockets and once a week we would fly them in the field behind our school. I wasn’t very good at gluing the stabilizer fins on straight and my rockets had a bad habit of corkscrewing into the air and veering wildly off course and then landing on somebody’s roof. Haha! :laugh2:
I still had a blast. I enjoyed it so much that it was a hobby I introduced my kids to, we would build them together and I would let them paint them, then we would go and fly them. Watching how much they enjoyed that, was like looking at myself 30 years earlier! :geek:
YES! model rockets, estes engines, multi stage! Nitromethane powered control line model airplanes. Months building, seconds of flying, repeat LOL
 
Hmmm... I am old enough to remember watching 9/11 unfold on the TV, my (I believe) 1st grade teacher was told to turn on the TV and we were not allowed to leave school but my grandmother came and got me and my siblings anyways. I was too young to understand the severity of the situation but old enough to remember what I just described.
 
When I was 10 I went to the post office to get a Social Security card because I got a job with a paycheck at the newspaper. I went by myself and signed up using my name everyone called me, not my given name....Tommy. It has followed me since that day on my card.
 
I walked from my bedroom and saw that my boys were watching a circling aeroplane slam into a high rise building. I told them that it was a school day and I didn't want them watching this Rambo rubbish before school. My twelve year old said,
"But dad, this is the news!" and we spent the day at home.
 
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