Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2019/12/09/for-a-brief-moment-i-forgot-th.html
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Apparently while driving the Firebird it was more important to know what time it was rather than RPM, oil pressure or gas.
Just make sure your old man is a television repairman with an ultimate set of tools so you can fix it.
The Concours d’Lemons is one event that would feature this automobile because it’s a 1975 Firebird, not in spite of that fact. A couple years ago, they had over a dozen Cosworth Vegas show up!
Cue Rockford Files theme.
Also, nostalgia is a helluva drug. My own example:
This is the car I had as a teenager (1966 model year). There would be no sense whatsoever in my owning this car, yet I find myself fantasizing about it. It’s certainly a good thing that I don’t have loads of excess cash floating around.
I might be having a senior moment, but what fish?
Gotta know if you’re running late to meet your probation officer.
My version, although my nostalgia is different: my dad’s car followed by my older brother’s and the one we all wish we hadn’t sold.
https://bringatrailer.com/listing/1972-bmw-2002tii-40/
I had to stop following this site because it’s mostly torment.
I think the tachometer may have been an upgrade option. Back in the 80s I had a 78 T/A that had the tach in that position with an embedded tiny little clock in it. Oil pressure and water temp was always right in front of you in the center gauge. And fuel was easy, you just stopped to fill up at every gas station you saw thanks to the huge gas sucking secondary barrels on the Rochester Quadrajet.
OTOH, the externally mounted tachometer on the 1st gen Firebird hoods was a design decision head scratcher.
What time?
FIREBIRD TIME!
am’i’rite?
Mine was also handed down from my dad. He had gotten on a Rambler kick and owned a few over the years. He’s definitely not a trend-follower.
Oooh I like that a lot. I’ve never seen that before.
It could be one wicked ride if you do some* upgrades.
*For large values of “some”.
You can bump up those anaemic numbers on a big-block with bits you can buy anywhere tho. Apropos sweet rides, I went to get a flat fixed today, only to be smitten, smitten, I say, by an absolutely cherry notchback Perana Capri in the next bay.
Plymouth Barracuda
I miss Jimbo.
I imagine this is what the inside of the Logan’s Run vehicles looked like.