theDeepender
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Not related at all to our discussions here… Memorial Day just had me feeling a bit nostalgic and thinking about some humorous moments from the past. And making me thankful for those who gave so much for those things we take for granted. Thank you for your service.
Several of us are old enough to remember when automatic transmissions were in their infancy. On the column, was a device that read P R N D L to indicate what you had asked of the transmission. Anyway, my grandfather had a junk yard (now called an auto parts reclamation center or some oddball thing like that), and he often had to move a car from point A to point B. On this one morning, he hooked a chain from his truck to the disabled car and enlisted the help of his wife, my grandmother, to steer the towed car. After several unsuccessful attempts to move the car, he came back to the car my grandmother was in to see what was wrong. It wasn’t stuck in a rut or against an obstacle, so he leaned in to check on Mom Mom. To his chagrin (this man with a pint of Pikesville whiskey in his back pocket an a cigar in his mouth didn’t have any chagrin) the car was still in park. After he not so diplomatically asked her what the - - - -, she said, “I thought that was the make of the car! PRNDL!”
Let’s hear some of your nostalgic stories.
Several of us are old enough to remember when automatic transmissions were in their infancy. On the column, was a device that read P R N D L to indicate what you had asked of the transmission. Anyway, my grandfather had a junk yard (now called an auto parts reclamation center or some oddball thing like that), and he often had to move a car from point A to point B. On this one morning, he hooked a chain from his truck to the disabled car and enlisted the help of his wife, my grandmother, to steer the towed car. After several unsuccessful attempts to move the car, he came back to the car my grandmother was in to see what was wrong. It wasn’t stuck in a rut or against an obstacle, so he leaned in to check on Mom Mom. To his chagrin (this man with a pint of Pikesville whiskey in his back pocket an a cigar in his mouth didn’t have any chagrin) the car was still in park. After he not so diplomatically asked her what the - - - -, she said, “I thought that was the make of the car! PRNDL!”
Let’s hear some of your nostalgic stories.
