[QUOTE=cmakin;81236]As this thread rapidly veers off topic. . . . . I didn’t have a car out there, me being from the west coast and all, and not really needing personal transportation. I did have a lot of roommates and ex roomies that had cars; and let’s face it, the walk to the train station really wasn’t THAT far. There was also an unoffical shared “senior car”. It was a well abused early 70’s Maverick, beige, I believe. Lots of big old rust stains, too. Bald tires, all of the finer options. We called it “The Embarassing Stain”. I learned how to drive on snow and ice in that car, and while consuming many adult beverages. I vaguely remember being in the stuffed into the with many others doing donuts in the snow of some of the finer lawns of the greater Kings Point/Great Neck area. At least I don’t THINK I was driving. Funny how some of us survived those years.
If course I did experience a lovely hit on a telephone pole on Steamboat Road as a passenger in a Vega one icy Saturday night. Wrapped the right side of the car around it pretty good, too. I remember everything right up to the impact, and then a few minutes later when the emergency services showed up and I came to. I was lucky to live through THAT one. Got a ride in an ambulance and a night at the infirmary. Couple of bruised ribs. I probably would have been really hurt if I was sober.[/QUOTE]
Gee - I was a saint compared to you.
My rented garage was on a street ending on Steamboat. One fine wintery Saturday night around 2200 I secured my car and while walking to Steamboat who should drive by me, old Commandant-ee himself, HO Travis. He saw me and stopped, asked if I was heading back to the Academy, I was, he told me to get in, I did, he asked "cadet, what in the world are you doing here at this time of night. My reply, “Sir, I was bird watching.” He looked a little stunned and started to laugh. Nothing ever became of it. Just after graduation, HO came over to me and said “bird watching, eh!” He chuckled and turned around. I guess he knew all the time.