
Guaranteed to beep.
Mr. Atomic sold for $6.79 in 1962, more about him here.

Guaranteed to beep.
Mr. Atomic sold for $6.79 in 1962, more about him here.

The car was definitely not a babe magnet, but at the age of six I wasn’t interested and didn’t care.
I remember cruising around a lot in this rockin’ mobile (in my mind, in the basement, in my underwear) with the (imaginary) wind blowing through my flattop, and every station on the (pretend) radio playing either “WipeOut,” “Beechwood4-5789,” or “Witch Doctor,” with NO commercials.
What’dya say? Let’s dust off the old Roadmaster and take it for a spin on
The Overnight Open Thread.

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No idea what this is all about, but everyone needs a goatcycle to terrorize the neighborhood kids with. Looks to me like somebody pushes while you sit on it and spin until you fall off and puke.
Unfortunately this particular model is no longer available. That’s a good thing, because (unlike another blogger we know) there’s no spinning on
The Overnight Open Thread.

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Sometimes a person’s aptitudes and weaknesses don’t quite mix with the occupation. Take her for instance. She’s got an irrational fear of plastic model airplanes. That may be a good thing, as it keeps her from terrifying young impressionable travelers at the airport gift shop toy shelf.
I’ve got absolutely no idea what the original intent of that photo was, but hey, it makes perfect sense on The Overnight Open Thread.
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