Not a blog more like another pier banyan tree, a place to come & sit for a little while & wait for something fun to happen. A place for all the greezers, candyasses, Halloween egg throwers, former Publix bagboys & dirt bike riders to kill a little time until Halloween. Just like the good old days, wait around for a couple hours until you could find some geezer to buy you beer...
Saturday, December 26, 2009
North Gulfshore Blvd @ Doctor's Pass
For the unknowing that's Harbor Drive Bridge in the photo. Photo taken September 17th 1968 Courtesy the Les Whitaker Jr. Family
Back from a break - A belated Merry Christmas to All.
Some of you may remember . . . that shortly after the road on the north side of the pass was paved a wee bit of drag racing was in order.
There was nothing out there except pavement. The condos in the picture were still on the drawing board.
Drive down to the turn around near the pass and come back to the 1st light pole in the median to start. There was a big orange square spray painted on it, and wouldn't you know it that there was another light pole at 1/4 mile with a big orange X on it (I wonder who painted those markers?).
First one to the orange X wins! Our run out area extended beyond the Harbour Drive intersection. We would go out and make a run and then high-tail it out of there before the cops could get there.
Bear in mind that this was still a few years before the bonfires and pot parties (alleged) at “North Moorings” beach and before the Park Shore bridge was started.
We lived on Harbour Dr. in the mid and late 60's. Invariably, the drag races (or high-tailings, as the case may have been), found their way up and down our street. Often, someone would allow their car to stray a foot or two into our yard - not high enough to catch one of the palm trees that were planted up and down the street, but often high enough to catch what-ever cheap mailbox we had put up to replace the last one. Finally, my dad, fed up with replacing mail boxes, and knowing that his sons were dumb enough to wander into speeding traffic, took a stand. The Old Man went down to Sunshine, bought a 10 foot 4"x4" post, several bags of Sackrete, and sunk and cemeted the post 5 feet in the ground. A couple of weeks later, I came out to pick up the Sunday Herald in the driveway, only to find a then somewhat late model Chevy's grill and radiator wrapped around the post, with the remainder of the car still attached. Late-night traffic slowed for awhile after that.
LOVE THE BLOG!! I'll start rooting through the old pictures for some content.
For the unknowing that's Harbor Drive Bridge in the photo.
Back from a break - A belated Merry Christmas to All.
ReplyDeleteSome of you may remember . . . that shortly after the road on the north side of the pass was paved a wee bit of drag racing was in order.
There was nothing out there except pavement. The condos in the picture were still on the drawing board.
Drive down to the turn around near the pass and come back to the 1st light pole in the median to start. There was a big orange square spray painted on it, and wouldn't you know it that there was another light pole at 1/4 mile with a big orange X on it (I wonder who painted those markers?).
First one to the orange X wins! Our run out area extended beyond the Harbour Drive intersection. We would go out and make a run and then high-tail it out of there before the cops could get there.
Bear in mind that this was still a few years before the bonfires and pot parties (alleged) at “North Moorings” beach and before the Park Shore bridge was started.
Seagate Homeboy
NHS Class of '67
1:43 AM PST
That raises a story....
ReplyDeleteWe lived on Harbour Dr. in the mid and late 60's. Invariably, the drag races (or high-tailings, as the case may have been), found their way up and down our street. Often, someone would allow their car to stray a foot or two into our yard - not high enough to catch one of the palm trees that were planted up and down the street, but often high enough to catch what-ever cheap mailbox we had put up to replace the last one. Finally, my dad, fed up with replacing mail boxes, and knowing that his sons were dumb enough to wander into speeding traffic, took a stand. The Old Man went down to Sunshine, bought a 10 foot 4"x4" post, several bags of Sackrete, and sunk and cemeted the post 5 feet in the ground. A couple of weeks later, I came out to pick up the Sunday Herald in the driveway, only to find a then somewhat late model Chevy's grill and radiator wrapped around the post, with the remainder of the car still attached. Late-night traffic slowed for awhile after that.
LOVE THE BLOG!! I'll start rooting through the old pictures for some content.