It was a great project. I also had a 412 and various versions of this book
They seem to last so much longer in California
I had a green â74 (last year) KG convertible, had it about 25 years. Loved it even though there was a huge blind spot. Later, even dreamed about it!
My first car was a red â66 Mustang, I stupidly bought a stick shift then worried I wouldnât get the hang of it. Had it 5 years. Price: $2,250. The KG $6,000 was an automatic stick, so no clutch. Iâd never own a stick in San Francisco. Too many steep hills everywhere.
Ugh. Husband drove one around here for a while. It made it hard for me to enjoy the eating excursions. The current one is apparently "flexible ". I donât even want to know what that means.
I lived with my grandparents in San Francisco in the late '60s and drove a VW. I just assumed, thankfully correctly, that people would keep a gap on steep hills. A couple of years later I was back with a 2002. It rolled more because it was heavier but worked out ok. Nowadays, it would never occur to the person behind you that you were driving a stick and needed room. Sticks are now rare enough that I have encountered parking valets who had no idea how they worked!
My high school advisor had a red one; so did a friend of mine. Alas, nothing we have now quite cuts it in coolness.
Hand-washing: pots, pans, knives, silver, china, crystal. I donât care what the dishwasher says. I use a whisk; for whipped cream, a manual rotary egg-beater. I have mixers, stand and portable, donât feel like dragging them out. Ditto the food processor. I do have a mandoline for mass quantities of slicing; love it. Cheese gets grated by hand. I donât prepare such mass quantities that I canât take care of it the old fashioned way. Spice grinders, ginger grater, mortar and pestle. I find the manual care and prep of stuff relaxing and focusing. And I like to have everything prepped beforehand. If I had to do a bunch for a crowd on a regular basis, Iâd drag out the equipment. As it is, Iâm always surprised how much I can do with very little space and equipment, as long as I think first. Lol.
My first San Francisco car was a '63 mercedes 230sl. 5 on the floor. We actually much prefer a manual transmission in town because of the control you have. Assuming you know how to drive a shift car. Problem today is trying to buy a shift car that we want. A dying (dead) breed.
Yup. we always ask before leaving our car. 'You can drive shift?" Most of the time, we get a wide grin and eager assurance that they can. Then they varooom off to park.
re use of âhelpersâ, I will always remember my motherâs question when we bought our first dishwasher. âWhat are you doing with all of the time youâre saving?â Well, er, âŚ
er, I dunno. Her parts seem to be put together rather well as pictured.
Hats off to the parking valets ⌠I donât know how they do it. Automatics are easy but sticks vary a lot.
In our small town, there were seven-digit numbers, but only one exchange (I guess), and we only dialed the last five numbers for in-town calls. (This was around 1960.)
As for doing stuff the hard way, I donât even have a food processor, or an egg beater, or a mandolin, or even a garlic press.
My daughterâs first car was a â67 MZB stick from original owner, heâd gone to Germany to get it. She loved it but I didnât like to drive it, it had a choke. (He said he paid $3,000 for it, which was the average yearly salary for a man here at the time.)
Several years ago I was driving (automatic) up steep part of Union from North Beach, near Jones. A new BMW was sliding down Union. I stopped mid block but he just kept coming and crashed into my front. Guess he wasnât used to his stick/clutch on hills.
Indeed! I assume that regardless of transmission, the guy uphill from me may have âneedsâ and always leave slippage room for him/her. Not everyone has been in town long enough to know its hills.
AARP made me give up my stick Wrangler - well, thatâs my story and Iâm sticking to it.
One of my (many)useless skills is that, I swear, I can teach anyone how to drive a manual transmission.
I had two, a '63 convertible that I later shared with Dad (it was his to begin with) and then a '64 sunroof. Loved those Bugs. Had to give up the '63 to buy the '64, then had to sell the '64 becuz fitting the roomate, two toddlers and groceries was getting to be too tight. I would buy another early 60âs in a heartbeat. Rubberbands, paperclips and duct tape.
And it never occurs to the edjit behind you, that you need to give the stick in front of you more room, either.
Like modern technologyâŚwhere does the time go?