Yup, mine was cutting through the residential alleys in Taichung. The four corners with the mirrors, you know? BLAMMO, I let go at the last second, rolled up on the hood. The guy slammed on his brakes, sent me flying and I rolled out of it, stood up and whoohooed. The look on his GF’s face was priceless. Got her number.
Not even my nostalgia, but I still felt that.
All hail all of us older than Google.
We have nimble fingers from using that “20th century search engine.”
The price tag on that! I remember it was on the high side for a Christmas present for us at the time. I begged for it and got it. I feel kind of bad that I did that.
This meme took me back to my school days and now I’m still at EEHH MACARENA.
Looks like something a serial killer would abduct kids in…
They packed like 25 of us in the back, school bags and all. And our parents paid for the privilege.
Later in life, my boss at college had a frigging Subaru station wagon she was sure her hubby bought her with the intention of killing her. The woman was not the best of drivers, still a novice, and the damn thing was like 3 tons on clumsiness, like driving a six wheeler with a rusty axle. Parking anywhere but the street was a nightmare. And you could hear it roaring up the hill to our faculty, stall, be met with a chorus of claxons -but no brakes- couple of attempted starts and ROAR ROARING again uphill.
And she insisted on picking me up after lunch on the way to work…
Typing used to be a class too!
Mostly just for girls, though- what boy was ever going to have to learn to use a keyboard?
The class was about 50/50 at my junior high. Everybody took it for the easy A.
I think it was required at my junior high school. I’m glad I had the class. I think it really helpdkesee d andaldkre dkieiow.
I wish I had a computer with those specs when I grew up.
A got an A in typing!