- 1961 Ford Thunderbird (White In Night Satin)
- 1951 Chevrolet Sedan (Heaven Bound)
- 2001 Toyota Celica (GT - great tourer)
- 2011 Mitsubishi Outlander (Ditsi Mitsi)
- 1950 Studebaker Champion (FozzieMobile)
- 1954 Nash Metropolitan (Metro)
- 1958 Mercury Monteclair (The Beginning)
- 1960 Oldsmobile 88 (California Kid)
- 1966 Chevrolet Nova (Easy Going)
- 1968 Rambler American (Dings)
- 1972 Chevrolet Caprice (Bowtie Boat)
- 1976 Plymouth Valiant (Tilt Power)
- 1977 Volkswagen bus (rust bucket)
- 1978 Datsun 510 (Ole Reliable)
- 1985 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme (Trouble)
- 1989 Ford F 150 (Not So Big Foot)
- 2003 Mazda Protege5 (Japanese Ford)
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Watch Out For The Plows
Dec 4, 2010 | Views: 330
Well, we got 10-12 inches, and the '61 T-Bird was blocking the path of the snow blower, which had no gas anyway. I should've moved the T-Bird and got gas yesterday, when they were warning us of the impending storm, but I didn't.
After about 45 minutes of shoveling and having barely put a dent into the accumulation, my back was starting to hurt. So, I swallowed my pride, and asked our friend who is staying with us and has 4-wheel-drive to go out through our unplowed driveway and get some gas for the snowblower. Our friend Mary took the gas can and saved the day.
So, I'm out clearing snow, and figuring the plow had already been by our street and was done there, went to work on clearing the snow birm it left in my driveway. But while in the midst of that, I turned around and there was the snow plow again, stopped just short of my driveway, waiting for me to get out of his way (I didn't hear him coming over the snow blower as he may be bigger but I make more noise). I looked at all that snow in front of his plow about to be deposited in my driveway, and then I looked at the driver. He had a big smile on his face. Determined, I stood my ground. This is my driveway, and I am not going to let him pile a bunch more snow in it. I tightly grabbed both handles of my snow blower and revved the engine, attempting to stare down that big, five-ton, plow-equipped dump truck. And you know what? He lifted his blade and drove around me, still smiling. I put my finger to the side of my nose and gave a nod of my head (oh, wait, that's that other seasonal story), and we both went about clearing mother nature's blanket for the free movement of the community's cars.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a clear driveway!
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