rich Corinthian leather
It's laundry night, and I found another treasure in the laundry room of my apartment building: an ad for the 1984 Chrysler New Yorker in the March 1984 issue of Architectural Digest. Check out Ricardo Montalbán!
I remember these cars. There was an electronic voice alert that would tell you "the door is ajar" and other things the driver of a car should already have an innate awareness of. The seats — whether they were upholstered in velour or "rich leather" — were extremely soft and cushioned like a sofa.
In the eleventh grade, my friend Barb and I bombed around one snowy winter night in her mom's New Yorker. More on that later.
I remember these cars. There was an electronic voice alert that would tell you "the door is ajar" and other things the driver of a car should already have an innate awareness of. The seats — whether they were upholstered in velour or "rich leather" — were extremely soft and cushioned like a sofa.
In the eleventh grade, my friend Barb and I bombed around one snowy winter night in her mom's New Yorker. More on that later.
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I love looking at old Playboy magazines because they had the swankiest stereo & aftershave ads. And naked chicks.
Jean Michel Ajar!
Or had you already caught the gay?
dr, k: it apparently drove people crazy. As technologically-advanced as it was for its time (the feature was made by Texas Instruments, and was the same voice-synth technology as the Speak-and-Spell), most people ended up killing the feature by activating the bypass switch found in the glove box.
Jorge! We thought we'd lost ya. No, Barb and I didn't hump. I'm 100% gay... a 6 on the Kinsey scale.
Barb & I ended up going to the same university. One night in first year, we were drinking in her residence room. I glanced on the bookshelf, picked up a strange-looking round plastic case, and asked her what she kept in it.
"Those would be my birth-control pills," she replied. JAJAJAJAJAJA!
I had a case of teh gay clueless!
They could be all like, DOOR CLOSED. AIR CONDITIONER RUNNING. EVERYTHING IS NORMAL.
Well fuck me from behind with the Bloor Viaduct, I's a Beaches boy meself. Then I moved to the Rathnelly Republic.
Now I'm dead.
:(
I don't remember these cars. I wasn't born, yet.