@ Tsunami. HaHa. I spent many a fun moment at the drive-ins. As for that dish pictured above, YABBA DABBA DOO!!
Is that the same as a driving range?
I guess I’m getting old. I noticed the rollbar in that car.
Going to the drive in?
Need a bench front seat (as opposed to bucket seats).
Needed a Rambler. Only car of that era that the front seat reclined all the way. Of course if you drove a Rambler, you were at the drive-in by yourself.
What car?
Chances were good the sweater was off by the third movie! All about the goal setting.
We used to climb the fence and have
one dude drive the car in.Steal the
ice for our beer from the Holiday Inn
motel.There were girls roaming around
from “St. Andrews high”.Every guy on
James Island wanted to meet a girl
from ‘St.Andrews high”…
I always went for the movies (wink wink).
They don’t make bumpers like that any more. They caused too many eyes to pop out.
Getting a BJ at the drive-in
Ahhh yes… the glory days when girls’ boobs looked like my prop hubs. Thank you, Madonna for ruining that look.
No need to undo that seat belt until it gets darker!
I look at that sweater, and all I can think of, are the good ol’ days of the ’50’s.
That – and ’59 Cadillac taillights…
Hate the Drive In. My father worked at one when I was real young, about 3-4, so I always fell asleep. Since then when ever I go to a drive in I’m within 30 minutes.
Might as well learn a little history while admiring those “torpedoes”. Wikipedia, sigh, is the quickest reference.
The 50’s actress, known everywhere as simply “Dagmar” became famous for her impressive “talents” and was typically cast as the dumb blond. She was so well known that “Dagmar Bumpers” was the slang term for those bullets on the chrome bumpers of iconic cars like the ’55 Cadillac Eldorado and the ’56 Chevy.
We wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing spikes with shorts, although it crossed our minds many times.
Torpedo Tit bras. Love ‘um.
BUTTHEADICUS alter ego of RADIOATIONMAN February 8, 2018 at 5:55 am
We used to climb the fence and have
one dude drive the car in.Steal the
ice for our beer from the Holiday Inn
motel.There were girls roaming around
from “St. Andrews high”.Every guy on
James Island wanted to meet a girl
from ‘St.Andrews high”…
Damn Buttheadicus I grew up across the highway from the Holiday Inn
and drive in you talk about, all gone now. I was a St.Andrews guy
chasing James Island girls.Caught a few too.
That look’s gonna come around again (I hope)
I have to say that’s one of the nicest sets of legs I have ever seen. I never was much of a fan of the “Dagmar Bumper” look.
Nothing was better then the Drive-In. If you had no car you could sit just out of sight at the back row and turn the speakers up. Yop could arive earlier and get in the line then go outside to the front grass and have a game of touch football or frisbee. You found spots with your friends and travelled between cars all night. The Dusk to Dawn Marathon. The snackbar where everything just seemed to taste better. First make out sessions. Drinking beer (Iknow it’s frowned on now but back then as long as you hid the beer it was alright). Smoking weed, probably the safest place but this came in as Drive-Ins were shuting down. Best Memories.
Bucket seats and video tape sure did put the brakes on the population explosion, as well as the demise of the PASSION PIT!
Compare to todays tatted up, pierced, leprosy look on todays women. I’ll take the 50’s.
I remember those days.
Workin’ on mysteries without any clooooz….
The “Dollar A Car” nights at the McLendon Triple were…interesting. Hardest part was driving with nine people in the car, two in the trunk, and still have room for the beer!
ARE YOU SURE THAT’S A ROLL BAR? iT COULD BE HER OVER EXCITED BOYFRIEND.
Spike heels, micro shorts and a torpedo bra. What could be better than that?
“She’ll poke your eye out, kid.”
If I’m lucky!
My original title for this post was
Bench Seat + Drive-in + This Lady
You do the math.
But I felt it was a little crass.
Glad to know a few did the math without my equation.
That’s one fine looking broad.
My original title for this post was
Bench Seat + Drive-in + This Lady
You do the math.
But I felt it was a little crass.
Glad to know a few did the math without my equation.
That’s one fine looking broad… particularly from the neck down.
I rarely save pictures from this site due to many of them being democrats but I loved that first image. 🙂
3 on the tree, the transmission most of us learned to drive.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoS1MCF8AeI
@ Tsunami. HaHa. I spent many a fun moment at the drive-ins. As for that dish pictured above, YABBA DABBA DOO!!
Is that the same as a driving range?
I guess I’m getting old. I noticed the rollbar in that car.
Going to the drive in?
Need a bench front seat (as opposed to bucket seats).
Needed a Rambler. Only car of that era that the front seat reclined all the way. Of course if you drove a Rambler, you were at the drive-in by yourself.
What car?
Chances were good the sweater was off by the third movie! All about the goal setting.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYKgLRnLfm4
We used to climb the fence and have
one dude drive the car in.Steal the
ice for our beer from the Holiday Inn
motel.There were girls roaming around
from “St. Andrews high”.Every guy on
James Island wanted to meet a girl
from ‘St.Andrews high”…
I always went for the movies (wink wink).
They don’t make bumpers like that any more. They caused too many eyes to pop out.
Getting a BJ at the drive-in
Ahhh yes… the glory days when girls’ boobs looked like my prop hubs. Thank you, Madonna for ruining that look.
No need to undo that seat belt until it gets darker!
I look at that sweater, and all I can think of, are the good ol’ days of the ’50’s.
That – and ’59 Cadillac taillights…
Hate the Drive In. My father worked at one when I was real young, about 3-4, so I always fell asleep. Since then when ever I go to a drive in I’m within 30 minutes.
Might as well learn a little history while admiring those “torpedoes”. Wikipedia, sigh, is the quickest reference.
The 50’s actress, known everywhere as simply “Dagmar” became famous for her impressive “talents” and was typically cast as the dumb blond. She was so well known that “Dagmar Bumpers” was the slang term for those bullets on the chrome bumpers of iconic cars like the ’55 Cadillac Eldorado and the ’56 Chevy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dagmar_bumpers
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dagmar_(American_actress)
Fascinating research can be done on YouTube.
We wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing spikes with shorts, although it crossed our minds many times.
Torpedo Tit bras. Love ‘um.
BUTTHEADICUS alter ego of RADIOATIONMAN February 8, 2018 at 5:55 am
We used to climb the fence and have
one dude drive the car in.Steal the
ice for our beer from the Holiday Inn
motel.There were girls roaming around
from “St. Andrews high”.Every guy on
James Island wanted to meet a girl
from ‘St.Andrews high”…
Damn Buttheadicus I grew up across the highway from the Holiday Inn
and drive in you talk about, all gone now. I was a St.Andrews guy
chasing James Island girls.Caught a few too.
That look’s gonna come around again (I hope)
I have to say that’s one of the nicest sets of legs I have ever seen. I never was much of a fan of the “Dagmar Bumper” look.
Nothing was better then the Drive-In. If you had no car you could sit just out of sight at the back row and turn the speakers up. Yop could arive earlier and get in the line then go outside to the front grass and have a game of touch football or frisbee. You found spots with your friends and travelled between cars all night. The Dusk to Dawn Marathon. The snackbar where everything just seemed to taste better. First make out sessions. Drinking beer (Iknow it’s frowned on now but back then as long as you hid the beer it was alright). Smoking weed, probably the safest place but this came in as Drive-Ins were shuting down. Best Memories.
Bucket seats and video tape sure did put the brakes on the population explosion, as well as the demise of the PASSION PIT!
Compare to todays tatted up, pierced, leprosy look on todays women. I’ll take the 50’s.
I remember those days.
Workin’ on mysteries without any clooooz….
The “Dollar A Car” nights at the McLendon Triple were…interesting. Hardest part was driving with nine people in the car, two in the trunk, and still have room for the beer!
ARE YOU SURE THAT’S A ROLL BAR? iT COULD BE HER OVER EXCITED BOYFRIEND.
Spike heels, micro shorts and a torpedo bra. What could be better than that?
“She’ll poke your eye out, kid.”
If I’m lucky!
My original title for this post was
Bench Seat + Drive-in + This Lady
You do the math.
But I felt it was a little crass.
Glad to know a few did the math without my equation.
That’s one fine looking broad.
My original title for this post was
Bench Seat + Drive-in + This Lady
You do the math.
But I felt it was a little crass.
Glad to know a few did the math without my equation.
That’s one fine looking broad… particularly from the neck down.
I rarely save pictures from this site due to many of them being democrats but I loved that first image. 🙂
3 on the tree, the transmission most of us learned to drive.