Weed, Speed & Other Stuff: The Life of a Teenage Boy in the Late 60's

by Frame, Mickey

• ISBN13: 9781426944833
• ISBN10: 1426944837
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2010-10-08
• Publisher: Trafford on Demand Pub

Summary

This book is about a young boy that has grown up in a town that feels small, but functions like a large town, The time is the late 60's.When cars were hot and girls hotter. Drugs and alcohol were everywhere and easy to get. Part of the thrill of the city was the university.He drove a car on the street that would do wheel stands as a dailey driver and criused ever night. He enjoyed life and showed it as his middle name was Party.As he grows up things happen that should have killed him and a few of these are in the book. The life he lead should have gotten him killed but the Lord has protected him his entire life. Now as a leader in the community he looks back and gives God the Glory

Excerpts

At one of the parties Charlie came over to me and said "bet you can't sit in the (50's style) icebox full of ice for 2 minutes. I looked at him and said how much money you got". By the time I climbed in the box I had around $50.00 bet against me. Now this was 1965 or 66 so $50.00 was quit a bit of money. I won the bet. I had to; I didn't have the money to cover all the bets. This started the craziness that has continued through out my life. I discovered that girls and cars went hand in hand and girls did care about the type car you had. When I was in the 9th grade I dated a girl whose mother didn't drive but needed to go To The store from time to time shortly after I got my drivers license she bought a 1966 Chevelle, SS-396, 4 speed, For me to run her around in. A 396 was and still is a strong engine and will make a Chevelle move like you would not believe, especially with a 16 Year old boy behind the wheel. I only drove it for a few months before we broke up and her mother sold the car to a guy that had it even less time than I did. He hit a tree in it, totaled it out and almost killed himself. So ends the life of my first drivable Hot rod. I got my next hotrod in early 1968 when I got a 1963 Ford Flacon. This Falcon and I were one. We weren't bad, but the bad didn't mess with us. During a high school reunion a girl asks me if I am still as bad as I was in high school. She then tells me that I had the reputation of being the the biggest bad _ _ _ in the school. I never realized it until she told me, but looking back I can see how people would think that. Only one guy ever