Buddy Baker...the first man in Nascar to break 200mph, in a Plymouth. Then came restrictor plates, and outlawing the Superbird so that the Chevy and Ford chumps could compete.
Kim said, "did that happen all the time? Did they all get cancer?" And that did it, I said, "you miss the whole point! You just don't get it!" What Kim doesn't know is that I cleaned the garage today executing step one. Making room.
I want scratchy a.m. radio again. I want a drive with my grandpa to the deer lease. I want to hear "The Trading Post". Smell hamburgers cooking, pepper and pickles. Sprinklers, wobbly sprinklers.
Those were the days. The days before process improvement.
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Are those flame resistant Dolce & Gabbana shades? Hope he has Redman in his lower lip...u how how how how
Screw technology:)
I love the way Buddy Barker's hand is hanging out the window like it is a Sunday drive or something.
A real man would be smoking a Marlboro Red cocked out of the side of his mouth so as to not ignite the gasoline.
Buddy Baker...the first man in Nascar to break 200mph, in a Plymouth. Then came restrictor plates, and outlawing the Superbird so that the Chevy and Ford chumps could compete.
SWITCH THA CARBRADOR OUT AFTER THA RACE, LOAD UP THA FAMLY, AN DRIVE THA SUMBEACH HOME. SON!
Disregard that comment...got caught up in the photo moment. Sorry
That's the whole idea, to get caught up in the photo moment!
Kim said, "did that happen all the time? Did they all get cancer?" And that did it, I said, "you miss the whole point! You just don't get it!" What Kim doesn't know is that I cleaned the garage today executing step one. Making room.
I keep coming back to this picture. It's awesome!
Dang, me too. Makes me wanna light up a Winston and do 190, without a helmet, with a butterfly collar and pearl snaps.
There was no such thing as cancer back then...except the rust on tha rockers, and tha smoke pourin' from the headers!!!!
Seriously, this photo talks.
Notice the comment count from this pic and the following photo.
I want scratchy a.m. radio again. I want a drive with my grandpa to the deer lease. I want to hear "The Trading Post". Smell hamburgers cooking, pepper and pickles. Sprinklers, wobbly sprinklers.
Are you gonna fix up an old car in our garage? No way! Are we gonna start watching football, too?
The car is about as old as you are. But I don't think of you as old. :-)
That's old in car years! Tell me more - I am intrigued....
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