65 Corvette – now ya talkin. Good boy!
Swing by and pick me up too, an OSD a beach party!!! Just kick sand over me the next day and I’d rest happy.

Yep and I’d have to admit it would never be hard enough, hit me again.
Then I joined the army for fun and games with other types of engineering… Land rovers in those days plus SLRs & greens, “God help me I was only 19” type stuff.
What’s that other song? “Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end, we’d sing and dance…”

He is probably being OSA-whipped by his wife.

You better, Coop! As I’ve said before, it wouldn’t be party without the Coopster! Besides, I’ve wanted to meet you for a hell of a long time.

Yeah, I can dig it, but, you fucking gave it away! A 750? That’s quite the bike! If you were standing next to me, I would bitch slap just on general principles!

In not so many words, yes! And this was back in the mid 70s. Now, the crazy has just gone through the roof!

We had 18′ foot surf here in Huntington Beach, so, I don’t doubt that Manhattan lost a lot of sand. And, this is just the beginning…

I have a 1965 Corvette in my shop that I am putting back together ……………. now that I have more time on my hands and don’t seem to be getting calls for events!

I got the car as a project for my son and I to work on years ago. Managed to suffer through the times where it was suggested that perhaps having such a piece of mest might be out ethics rather than converting it into an IAS Status or something more productive! Anyway, kids are gone (doing something more productive in some cherch) and I have my life back and perhaps I’ll get the car done in time to drive it down to OSDs beach party!

I have no idea Threefeet. He didn’t seem like the type to make up his own mind and leave so he will probably stay with the dwindling spiral until they offload him onto the welfare state. This is all based on assumptions.