tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post3178031977310431289..comments2024-01-31T09:36:11.225-05:00Comments on Two Spirits - One Halle: Two Headed DriverHallehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03847654451426257182noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-68892957456522087402011-08-03T20:49:34.553-04:002011-08-03T20:49:34.553-04:00For now, however, there are two spirits and only o...For now, however, there are two spirits and only one Halle. I hope the ride can be smooth for you as long as those two spirits exist.Caliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00280127011882954777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-4200282170527597912011-07-29T13:34:12.292-04:002011-07-29T13:34:12.292-04:00Now that was a car to reckon with.
Late '50&#...Now that was a car to reckon with.<br /><br />Late '50's and early '60's... big and bad!<br /><br />I got my driver's license at seventeen. Then the '55 followed. My first new car was a '70 Camaro. Really cool car.<br /><br />Maybe I'll write about that '58 VW sometime. Not many people know what it looks like. I'll try to find a picture of one.<br /><br />Cynthia Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16222413324022459669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-74668004306191003822011-07-29T12:41:32.006-04:002011-07-29T12:41:32.006-04:00Hehe, growing up in apartment buildings there was ...Hehe, growing up in apartment buildings there was nowhere to put a 'wreck' to work on it, so I took advantage of public transit. It wasn't until I was in my mid 20's that a car became part of my liability/asset collection. <br /><br />The only old Volkswagon I can relate to was a van whose steering was loose enough that the first half rotation did nothing at all. <br /><br />The Hallehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03847654451426257182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-43074275748904287362011-07-29T12:27:13.733-04:002011-07-29T12:27:13.733-04:00New! Who could afford new? In my world you had to ...New! Who could afford new? In my world you had to build what you wanted. I don't remember how much I had tied up in that car... more than I got out of it when I sold it... I know that much.<br /><br />My '55 had a custom paint job. Oh so much body work before I could get it painted. Did Mediterranean Blue, a terrific dark but bright blue. Beautiful! That car had a little bit of everythingCynthia Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16222413324022459669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-8345476984334080002011-07-27T15:45:41.093-04:002011-07-27T15:45:41.093-04:00My first car was a new one at the time, a '76 ...My first car was a new one at the time, a '76 Chev Malibu with a 350 cu.in. It had a center console shift and bucket seats.<br /><br />Those old Dodges were like boats weren't they? Must've been a pain to parallel park! :)<br /><br />'55 Chevy... a classic! Two tone paint?Hallehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03847654451426257182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-47182792503918255742011-07-27T14:53:45.903-04:002011-07-27T14:53:45.903-04:00My first car was a '55 ( that's 1955 ) Che...My first car was a '55 ( that's 1955 ) Chevy with a 283 cu.in. engine and posi rear. Not the fastest one in town but not bad either. Built it up myself.Cynthia Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16222413324022459669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-70458801363872807412011-07-27T13:58:42.750-04:002011-07-27T13:58:42.750-04:00No bench seats when you started driving? My first ...No bench seats when you started driving? My first car was a 1965 Dodge Polara. It was huge, with a great big bench seat. It was also on its last legs, but that's another story.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-57428098600505952322011-07-27T13:32:52.517-04:002011-07-27T13:32:52.517-04:00@Suzi; I remember who the best driver in our famil...@Suzi; I remember who the best driver in our family was: my Mother. Sadly, she was never in charge however. <br /><br />@Cynthia; By the time I started driving the bench seats had disappeared, as Petra says.<br /><br />@Petra; I am trying not to run from these new perspectives. Thanks for the encouragement. <br /><br />Ariel, thank you so much, as always.Hallehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03847654451426257182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-61646229486351395432011-07-27T11:58:22.154-04:002011-07-27T11:58:22.154-04:00Ah, but we are forgetting the other key ingredient...Ah, but we are forgetting the other key ingredient ... bench seats up front. Untrammeled access to ones companion, no great intimacy-killing bucket seat gulf between friends.<br /><br />Honestly, it is amazing that we survived at all.<br /><br />I hope you find thought that the combined vision helps you find clearer perspective Halle. The frights you feel are hallmarks of change and growth. Petra Bellejambeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15325233285694315036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-28273786457685449522011-07-23T19:02:02.751-04:002011-07-23T19:02:02.751-04:00I don't always know what to leave for a commen...I don't always know what to leave for a comment, but you know I'm here. Thinking of you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-48967246977207221292011-07-23T11:15:06.160-04:002011-07-23T11:15:06.160-04:00Not only do I remember two-headed drivers...I was ...Not only do I remember two-headed drivers...I was actually one of them...er...two of them? Me thinks Suzi may be right.<br /><br />Hugs,<br />CynthiaCynthia Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16222413324022459669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270306578933066732.post-28778422250326587652011-07-23T10:47:11.921-04:002011-07-23T10:47:11.921-04:00They say women are better drivers. I guess I know...They say women are better drivers. I guess I know who will eventually be in control :)SuziAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com