tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post6618777039016633974..comments2023-09-25T02:17:01.787-07:00Comments on Bar Mitzvahzilla: Horse PowerLinda Pressmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-19545584475248463752010-02-20T18:03:36.437-07:002010-02-20T18:03:36.437-07:00Well, my car situation is pretty sad lately. But s...Well, my car situation is pretty sad lately. But still, I enjoyed this! Thanks for linking up. (So sorry to be so late. What is it with this LIFE?????!!!!)Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13969567138255166449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-43736577815406789852010-02-13T23:30:45.727-07:002010-02-13T23:30:45.727-07:00Lisa, Of course, like we all lived on ranches! Of ...Lisa, Of course, like we all lived on ranches! Of course, my classmates DID ride horses to school... but still, I apparently retained my Chicago-ness.Linda Pressmanhttp://barmitzvahzilla.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-18213036069754112452010-02-13T06:58:06.339-07:002010-02-13T06:58:06.339-07:00I grew up here, too and remember when we traveled ...I grew up here, too and remember when we traveled everybody asked, Oh, you're from Arizona? Do you ride a horse to school? Ha! Thanks for the memories! And thanks for jacking up the AAA rates!LIsahttp://www.athreedayweekend.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-6392477916534035232010-02-13T00:30:57.746-07:002010-02-13T00:30:57.746-07:00Terresa, Thank you so much for visiting my blog an...Terresa, Thank you so much for visiting my blog and your comment. I enjoyed looking at yours too the other day. Lucky you, with a Toyota Tercel! I would have loved something so normal looking!Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-35657939701453483012010-02-13T00:26:35.062-07:002010-02-13T00:26:35.062-07:00Charlotte, Oh my, the mental image of the VW just ...Charlotte, Oh my, the mental image of the VW just sputtering to make it up that hill (like the Little Engine That Could?) is so funny! At least he will always know you weren't dating him for his cool car!Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-36732087853474107162010-02-12T10:21:44.849-07:002010-02-12T10:21:44.849-07:00Oh, I like this post! And the lovely comment you ...Oh, I like this post! And the lovely comment you left on my blog.<br /><br />I drove a bright yellow Toyota Tercel in high school. It had no a/c. Did I mention I grew up in Las Vegas? So the inside was an incinerator during the summer. Still, I loved it, it was my ticket to ride. (And I think I just might have to write an essay/blog post about this now! Thanks for the inspiration!)<br /><br />PS: I'd take the orange Karmann Ghia any day. That was my dream car in high school, but my parents refused, saying they'd be too much maintenance. (sigh)*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-63840599567302020752010-02-12T07:28:48.900-07:002010-02-12T07:28:48.900-07:00When my husband and I were dating, he had this old...When my husband and I were dating, he had this old VW hatchback. It was so awful that in order to get over this steep mountain pass (called Point of the Mountain) between Salt Lake Valley and Utah Valley we had to make it go top speed on the inital downward leg. Then we would start the climb, getting slower and slower until we were barely crawling at the top. I learned to drive a manual shift on that car and still miss it sometimes.Charlottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16349403417525132723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-63094108428198018182010-02-12T01:49:17.594-07:002010-02-12T01:49:17.594-07:00Amber, that is so funny that you had such a huge c...Amber, that is so funny that you had such a huge car! It must have been like driving a motor home everywhere! And I like how now you drive a teeny little car, even with two kids. Do you think there's a van in your future? :)Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-62250249319261010132010-02-12T01:47:26.437-07:002010-02-12T01:47:26.437-07:00Sarah - the notorious K car! Do you love how all o...Sarah - the notorious K car! Do you love how all of our fathers managed to get the crappiest, most embarassing cars they could find? And totally scary on the rusted out floorboards! Sounds a little Fred Flintsone-y! But, like Kristen says, maybe these really are the necessary rites of passage from childhood to appreciative adulthood. Right?Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-1366880499496460692010-02-12T01:40:38.506-07:002010-02-12T01:40:38.506-07:00BLW, let me tell you, it was a shock - that horse ...BLW, let me tell you, it was a shock - that horse thing. Bad enough being the only brunette in all of Phoenix, not to mention the only Jew. I think I knew right away that fitting in was going to be difficult!Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-44242328442232291012010-02-12T01:38:31.348-07:002010-02-12T01:38:31.348-07:00Kristen, I love that your parents tried to invoke ...Kristen, I love that your parents tried to invoke the "lemon law" on the car they ended up driving you to school in. Like that's going to make you feel better. Just when we're paranoid about so much, being teenagers, there's this new thing to be paranoid about: social circumstances.Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-30753250753757937792010-02-12T01:36:09.722-07:002010-02-12T01:36:09.722-07:00Nicki, One of the scary things in our worlds now: ...Nicki, One of the scary things in our worlds now: unreliable cars. I know!Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-84778143635746270312010-02-12T01:34:34.548-07:002010-02-12T01:34:34.548-07:00TKW - "Vehicles of Shame" - the perfect ...TKW - "Vehicles of Shame" - the perfect title for my life story told in cars! Love the miserable Pinto story, especially with it being haunted by a dead guy. Wow!<br /> <br />I love the idea of your dad being so persistent trying to start the Taurus that he wakes up all the neighbors. Until he flooded the engine, anyway (why can't I forget this stuff?).Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-42317337450301414852010-02-12T01:26:34.292-07:002010-02-12T01:26:34.292-07:00Chris, we used to drive 20 miles there and back to...Chris, we used to drive 20 miles there and back to our rinky dink family store in our stupid little Pinto just quivering in terror that someone would rear end us and we'd explode! It changes you a little, I think, this driving around in the most embarassing car on the road!Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-56383517711968818062010-02-11T21:39:34.955-07:002010-02-11T21:39:34.955-07:00YES!! We had a HUGE 15 passenger van. I was morti...YES!! We had a HUGE 15 passenger van. I was mortified whenever we went anywhere as a family. I was sure people looked over at our car and thought of some strange cult. <br /><br />I still don't like those big vans. I prefer my toyota previa. Even if it is like a million years old.Amberhttp://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-58323254638126308652010-02-11T20:50:06.976-07:002010-02-11T20:50:06.976-07:00I agree with Kitch that this is such a fabulous pi...I agree with Kitch that this is such a fabulous piece because you can hear and see and smell the surroundings of your hot, dry land and all those damn cars.<br /><br />There were a few cars of shame in our family--particularly my dad's K Car which was so worn the floorboards had rusted out and were chipping off, so you could see the road as you were driving along. I was always afraid that my feet would get chopped off. Real Safe, Dad...ha!<br /><br />Yes to embarrassing things in childhood. They are there no matter what. It's only later on that we realized we actually did learn something from it all. Radiator caps and power steering fluid? Good lessons, right? <br /><br />You Rock, Linda!Sarahhttp://momalom.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-71940660891467463182010-02-11T13:31:12.512-07:002010-02-11T13:31:12.512-07:00What a delightful read!
I walked, took buses, too...What a delightful read!<br /><br />I walked, took buses, took the subway. No horses in my childhood!<br /><br />(And I agree with Kristen. There's always <i>something</i> enormously embarrassing in childhood.)BigLittleWolfhttp://dailyplateofcrazy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-41977569179812084452010-02-11T12:30:38.116-07:002010-02-11T12:30:38.116-07:00When I started prep school in the 9th grade, I was...When I started prep school in the 9th grade, I was mortified to be dropped off in my family's Mitsubishi station wagon (a make and model that my parents tried to have declared a "lemon" by their car dealer) while many of my classmates were being delivered to school in BMWs and Mercedes. <br /><br />I think that there is an important and universal rite of passage that comes with being embarrassed by your family's circumstances, whatever those might be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-20531389908710919322010-02-11T10:20:58.526-07:002010-02-11T10:20:58.526-07:00No horses here but I look at the cars in my drivew...No horses here but I look at the cars in my driveway at the moment and figure one is just itching to breakdown still! As a matter of fact, #1's just stopped on his way home from that commute last night - two miles from the house. Karma!Nickihttp://www.nickisnook.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-3344928914890201292010-02-11T05:41:19.458-07:002010-02-11T05:41:19.458-07:00Where do I start with this one? I LOVE the writing...Where do I start with this one? I LOVE the writing--it's so vivid and evocative. I can feel the dry heat, smell the hot leather of the festering automobiles. LOVE this.<br /><br />I am also jealous of your sister's orange Karmann Ghia; I've always wanted one of those cars (although perhaps not orange).<br /><br />We had several vehicles of shame growing up. The bright orange Travelall with wood siding. The Ford Pinto that my father got an a-MA-zing deal on...turns out, the most popular boy in junior high had a father who carbon monoxided himself in that car. Eek! The Ford Taurus that never started and my dad would turn the engine over and over on cold mornings, waking the neighbors.<br /><br />But no horses in my hood. That must have been something.TKWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16409505008377005185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156821579309080273.post-38318366547176453422010-02-11T00:57:41.342-07:002010-02-11T00:57:41.342-07:00my mom drove a pinto.
It had no back window...it s...my mom drove a pinto.<br />It had no back window...it started with a toggle switch, and it had no radio.<br />I used to sit in that pinto at the witbeck's kroger in clare and watch the people with their pretty cars pull in.<br />I remember that now when I pull into a walmart parking lot in my minivan. I see some kid sitting in an old chevy car with rust and no hubcaps. I remember how it felt.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13708815560712267698noreply@blogger.com