Somewhere you went? Food you weren’t allowed? Share below!
Be left alone
When I finally got a place of my own in my 30s, I kept the shelves stocked with the brightest, sweetest, crunchiest kids cereals. Lucky Charms, Trix, Count Chocula, Golden Grahams. All we were allowed to eat as kids was Corn Flakes and Bran Flakes 🤢
NVGs
I bought myself a pair of Reebok Pumps. Always wanted a pair when I was a kid but we were poor. When Reebok re-released them I bought a pair.
I really like this one! It’s so nice that you could do that for yourself
Eat only fꝏd I like
Video games. So many video games.
The only thing I can really think of was that I tried Arby’s for the first time in my twenties because as a kid, my mom never took us there because, apparently, when she was a teenager, the Arby’s in her home town had someone get arrested for sticking their dick in the milkshake machine. Literally didn’t even have any kind of moral issue nor was it about the food!
They’re okay… I like the brisket sandwich. The Arby’s sauce kinda sucks tho.
There wasn’t much I wasn’t allowed to do that actually wanted to do that I didn’t do; I wasn’t allowed to watch Ren & Stimpy or Beavis & Butt-Head, but I still did 😏
Drank a bunch of alcohol and threw my little money on bicycles
I was never allowed to dye my hair, so soon as I left home I dyed it every colour under the sun. I’ve dyed it pretty much constantly since.
Rode a bike to see how far I could go. My longest day was around the Santa Ana mountains between Orange, Los Angeles, Riverside, and San Diego Counties. I’ve ridden all the way around those mountains. My computer went dead at 176 miles but the trip was around 220.
I moved 2k miles across the country one time because of my highschool sweetheart, just to give it a chance. She was not acceptable to my folks for stupid cultist religion reasons.
Not really in the not allowed section, but I had this hotrod camaro that was my little project. I had to move back across country and leave it with a friend. It needed a motor. I worked for a machine shop, built a motor, got a cheap car, tossed the motor in the passenger seat and drove 2k miles. Put the new motor in and sorted out all the kinks on the 2k mile drive back home. I definitely couldn’t do something like that as a kid
tossed the motor in the passenger seat and drove 2k miles. Put the new motor in and sorted out all the kinks on the 2k mile drive back home.
What did the first leg of the journey accomplish that installing the new motor at the outset and driving 1k miles each way would not?
So with my body shop, I rarely ever had the time and motivation for my project car. When work dried up, I put all of my efforts into trying to sell my services to new used car lots, but the entire market crashed in 2008.
I got down to my last savings and faced having to move back in with family. I decided to use up some of my last supplies and spend a couple of weeks getting my little project car in good shape before planning to drive it home. IIRC it was around February. One of the things I had was a large aluminum radiator that was much bigger than the original. I thought I had fully drained the block, but I had been making custom tubes and welding up all of the radiator support structure and ducting. So I had used water many times just to leak test the thing.
I also had just done aluminum heads, long tube headers, intake, and modified the engine mounts to set the motor back a few inches. There were a lot of potential issues to sort out.
When I got it running, it blew white smoke when it got warm. It wasn’t terrible at first, but it was a major disappointment. Still I pushed through and put off the issue while finishing the paint work. Based on compression tests it looked like a bad head gasket and that is only a few hours of work for me to fix.
The whole car was still in primer and I was changing colors, so it was a huge job to prep, jam, and paint it. Plus, while I was sick of the chemicals all the time, my project car is basically my business card if I ever want to get a job in a shop as a painter for someone else. So that job is important to get perfect.
It came down to the last few days before I had to leave, I pulled the head, and apparently some water had been in the block still at some point from doing the radiator. It froze but didn’t blow the freeze plugs like it should have done and instead cracked the block. I was out of money and options at that point so I wound up driving it to a friend’s house and putting it in his backyard for a year until I could fix it All of that happened in Atlanta. My folks live in California.
I got a Pontiac Fiero for $400 because a person did not understand the suspension problem it was having but I did. I fixed it, got a job in a machine shop, and eventually a job porting heads for nostalgia dragsters. That let me build an engine over a few months. I replaced the Fiero passenger seat with the engine and drove that back to Atlanta. Tossed in the motor in the camaro, while sleeping a the snake infested shed, and without a cherry picker. Then I sold the Fiero and sorted out the camaro on the road. There were a bunch of problems that happened on the journey, but that is not unusual for so many new and custom things mixed together.
The sad thing is that when I was disabled on a bicycle ride to work in 2014, I had that motor apart again and was adding new pistons, rods, better heads, and a B&M mini blower to the thing. I had the heads off, and there was nothing I could do to seal it up. I never got in shape to fix it, and had to nearly give it away when I was forced by my folks. That was as devastating to me as the injury itself. That car was a part of me and my identity at that point. It was my battle scar from the hell of the times and struggle I had to overcome.
They drove the first 2k to bring the motor to the vehicle they left behind.
Then they installed the motor into the vehicle they left behind and drove the newly assembled project car back 2k miles, working out the kinks as they travelled
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Ah thanks, on the first read through I missed that there were two cars.
Commodore 128DCR. Always on display at toy shop, now on display in my office.
Nice!
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ never really had stuff that I wasn’t allowed to do… other than stuff I wasn’t allowed cause my parents couldn’t afford it, but im not any richer, so
Ditch school.
