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pedal pushers
jacks
slips with tubes near the hem. You inflated the tubes to make the dress flare out.
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pedal pushers
jacks
slips with tubes near the hem. You inflated the tubes to make the dress flare out.
Pedal pushers, yes. Jacks as in the game? I was a huge fan. I don't rember the slips with tubes though.
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I used to file my jacks to make caltrops. :santa:
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I remember when my father's truck had mechanical indicators - a hand on a stick that you operated manually when you were turning. I would have been 2 or 3 years old at the time.
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I remember when you could still walk into a pharmacy and buy potassium permanganate in tubs, for a couple of quid. And when anything 'chemical-ish', they'd not start talkingbollocks and telling lies, inventing another lie after each one is refuted with logic and factual information as a reason 'why we can't' sell you more than one bottle, tub, packet etc. of anything chemical-ey, even epsom salts, bicarb, or 50ml bottles of acetone, despite the fact 200ml bottles of acetone/ethyl acetate mixture are available, or really pissing soaked through acetone that actually is so contaminated with H2O, it needs distillation, formation of a bisulfite adduct and hydrolysis of the adduct with base just to get the water out, so MUCH fucking water it had to be listed on the 'ingredients'. But 2 50ml bottles of 'tone, of a reasonable cleanliness, that a mere going over with first anhydrous magnesium sulfate, then storing over 3A molecular sieves was enough.
These days, even that, gets claims like 'we can't sell you more than one because little children might drink it' (huh? they could drink one bottle too, if it were not for the fact that the youngest person in the household, is 32, and is the one buying,or who would have bought, said acetone, if he hadn't been lied to so much he refused to put any money whatsoever in their tills, told the lying prick at the counter to drink bleach and die of cancer, and fucked off)
(this bear in mind was after that, then changing his lie after 'kids might drink it if there's more than one bottle', to 'but I can't, because it's a solvent' (DUUUH, really? thats precisely the reason I was going to purchase it in the first place. Because it's a solvent, and because I needed some acetone)
Then, to 'but, it's flammable' (yes, I am aware of that fact. You put a lot more flammable liquid in the fuel tank of your car on a regular basis and you are still alive, and YOU don't even have any specialist knowledge of flammable materials..), even to 'you might huff it or drink it yourself' (I just lost my temper at insulting crap like that, being used both to tell me a lie, and to talk down to me contemptuously, imperiously and by a little neurotypical snot with a wasp nest up the eye of his peanut-dick, and after refuting each and every lie, telling him to his face I knew full well he was lying to me deliberately and knowingly, going on to tell him exactly what I thought of him, and what he could go do with his fucking overpriced 'tone, and how he could end himself in a rather unpleasant way.
Might have gozzed on him too, can't remember, on the way out :tard;
Fuckin' imperious neurotypical bovine gobshyte, he really needed both bottles turning diagonally, opening, setting alight, before being rammed, still diagonally, up his arse. Lying to me, talking to an autie like that..fucking christ. Hell no I'm not taking that shit.
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I remember when my father's truck had mechanical indicators - a hand on a stick that you operated manually when you were turning. I would have been 2 or 3 years old at the time.
Wait...they don't still?
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pedal pushers
jacks
slips with tubes near the hem. You inflated the tubes to make the dress flare out.
Pedal pushers, yes. Jacks as in the game? I was a huge fan. I don't rember the slips with tubes though.
my sister and I played jacks incessantly
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I used to file my jacks to make caltrops. :santa:
what's caltrops?
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I used to file my jacks to make caltrops. :santa:
what's caltrops?
It's when you file the jacks to really sharp tips. Some leave them in the road to pop tires on passing vehicles.
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I used to file my jacks to make caltrops. :santa:
what's caltrops?
It's when you file the jacks to really sharp tips. Some leave them in the road to pop tires on passing vehicles.
you learn something new every day.
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I used to file my jacks to make caltrops. :santa:
what's caltrops?
It's when you file the jacks to really sharp tips. Some leave them in the road to pop tires on passing vehicles.
Very true. I had to google when I first read it.
you learn something new every day.
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I used to file my jacks to make caltrops. :santa:
what's caltrops?
It's when you file the jacks to really sharp tips. Some leave them in the road to pop tires on passing vehicles.
Some leave them in front of their trench line, to puncture sneakers
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I remember when my father's truck had mechanical indicators - a hand on a stick that you operated manually when you were turning. I would have been 2 or 3 years old at the time.
Wait...they don't still?
I can't even find a picture of a truck like that. If anyone could find a pic I'd be thankful.
It would have been the late 60s and the truck was ancient even then. I remember it being orange, and noisy, and having a flat bed on the back for carrying timber, and those mechanical indicators. One of my early memories along with learning to walk and blowing spit bubbles and standing in my cot and crying because I wanted milk and my sister putting me inside a tyre and rolling me down a hill.
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I remember when my father's truck had mechanical indicators - a hand on a stick that you operated manually when you were turning. I would have been 2 or 3 years old at the time.
Wait...they don't still?
I can't even find a picture of a truck like that. If anyone could find a pic I'd be thankful.
It would have been the late 60s and the truck was ancient even then. I remember it being orange, and noisy, and having a flat bed on the back for carrying timber, and those mechanical indicators. One of my early memories along with learning to walk and blowing spit bubbles and standing in my cot and crying because I wanted milk and my sister putting me inside a tyre and rolling me down a hill.
Something like this?
(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a0/Trafficator.jpg/220px-Trafficator.jpg)
Looking for it, I also found this fascinating little bio
https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/silent-film-star-and-inventor-of-mechanical-turn-signal-dies
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Thanks Cal. A lot more retro than that though, and it didn't have a light. My sister reckons she was about 5 when he sold the truck, so I would have been 3, making it 1968. The truck seemed ancient even then, I'm guessing late 40s or early 50s build, possibly even older. My sister vaguely remembers the hand as well.
Also I am pretty sure that the hand was manually operated - it hung down outside the window, and you pulled down on one end of the stick that was inside the truck and the "hand" stuck out straight. It was likely a cheap aftermarket "feature" so that you didn't need to stick your arm out the window.
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(https://www.urbanremainschicago.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/1800x/040ec09b1e35df139433887a97daa66f/2/0/20151216-20151216-img_0091_1.jpg)
It was like a low-tech version of this. It was just a plain stick, not an extension arm.
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:laugh:
You put one of my heroes into your siggy, I just laugh.
But, I have never seen that style of signaling you describe. It might be a "you guys" thingy.
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(http://www.secondchancegarage.com/articles/history-of-turn-signals/turnsignal1.jpg)
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Wow! Fucking awesome.
I have never seen one, but there was a guy my father knew who was restoring a brass era car. He had gas lit lights (or maybe kerosene lights) on each side of his car with a kind of shade that protected the drivers eyes and when he wanted to turn, he momentarily rotated the light so that drivers behind him could see the light for a moment, indicating his intention to turn. The other benefit was that the light now shined in the direction of the turn.
On a different note: an odd thing I saw a few days ago. You do know that Helen Keller was restricted from driving, right? But why?
It was mainly that she was a woman. Women were not allowed to drive back then, let alone vote.
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Huh. Well I just learned something new today. Although the one with the hand made me lol
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new to me too. I just had to follow the google trail.