novaderrik
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- May 12, 2004
that guy reminds me of one of my old friends that likes to talk waaaay too much about pop culture as if anyone else in the room actually cares about it at all..
1987 was a great year.
1987... I was 19, still living with my parents (or more accurately, mooching off them; I was only home long enough to eat sleep & shower), hanging with a bunch of head-banging, chain-smoking, underage-drinking wannabe gearheads and our girlfriends-of-the-week (we used to swap GF's like old parts, LOL). I remember wrenching on what seemed like a different car every month, in my parents' steeply sloped driveway (which made engine swaps a lot of fun). In retrospect, Mom and Dad were saints to put up with as much as they did...
That summer, the boss' son bought a new 1987 GN. Every Friday we'd get off work at 10 and cruise the Pike, cranking up the VH and Leppard, looking for rice to eat, with an occasional Vette for dessert. I fell in love with that GN and wanted one ever since. Life was sweet.
It was funny, he'd bring his GN to car shows and cruise nights, and get very little respect. You'd hear comments such as, "Anyone can buy a car off the lot and bring it to a show and it will look perfect, there's no work put into it." Now, we hear the same things being said about the new Challengers, Mustangs, and Camaros, and the GN is considered a classic.
I guess I really didn't hate anything about 1987. We had heavy metal, Ronald RayGun and Gorby, high interest rates, low gas prices, big hair & spandex, Macintosh vs IBM, and the Buick intercooled turbo V6. What was there not to love?
Dam ur old! I was a freshman that yr.....:biggrin:
Dam ur old! I was a freshman that yr.....:biggrin: