dc oldtimer Posted January 14, 2008 Share Posted January 14, 2008 The smell of Carmex Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bleu Raeder Posted January 14, 2008 Share Posted January 14, 2008 Cereal in a styrofoam bowl with lukecool milk. PB&J sandwiches. The smell of diesel (especially when it is hot outside). Stale donuts. A baseball cap so sweaty you can smell it. Muscle pain that I get now that I know is because of then. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sopchick_01 Posted January 14, 2008 Share Posted January 14, 2008 (edited) bleh, butterfingers Edited January 14, 2008 by sopchick_01 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sopchick_01 Posted January 14, 2008 Share Posted January 14, 2008 (edited) To paraphrase from Apocalypse Now: "I love the smell of Diesel in the morning, It smells like Drum Corps !" I know I am a youngin' but this is a big one for me too. So many memories *sniff* Edited January 14, 2008 by sopchick_01 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TerriTroop Posted January 15, 2008 Share Posted January 15, 2008 Diesel for sure does it for me. Unlike many Americans, I don't feel like a foreigner in a truck stop. When we travel I almost always look for one with a greasy spoon diner attached to it just so I can get my nostalgia fix. (I can't eat the food any more, though. I just get a cup of really hot, cheap coffee. Beats a four-buck cup of $tarbucks!) When I hear the nearby high school rehearsing I get all excited. Then I hear how much they stink so then I start wondering if they could use a volunteer to help them clean the drum line. PB&J still holds a place of fondness in my heart. Many a Nighthawks meal was served on the bus: pass the bread, pass the PB, pass the J. Last seat in the bus gets to bring it back up to the bus food cooler. Man, good times...... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roark1 Posted January 16, 2008 Share Posted January 16, 2008 Roark,You're lucky you weren't in in 1976. They (B.H.) outfitted all buses with retread tires. We literally broke down (or "threw a retread) at least once a day on the entire Western Tour. One time was right at the Vail exit so that was a very cool afternoon off. I don't remember us actually breaking down in '75. I do remember a bus getting hit by another bus at a RR crossing (was that a break failure and wasn't Ed Hill driving?) and having to get out and walk up to the top of Loveland Pass because the busses weren't going to make it fully loaded (snowball fights in June, very cool). Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Puppet Posted January 18, 2008 Share Posted January 18, 2008 It's so interesting that for the longest time I thought I was the only one who had fleeting thoughts of this nature. I typically take walks along a thoroughfare we call Commercial Boulevard here in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. On some nights I can hear what sounds like a drum corp off in the southern distance and see the glow of a football field and always think: Wouldn't it be cool if there were a class "B" type contest from the old days going on. But then I hear the horns and know instantly it's a High School Band. The image pops and then I go on my way … until the next time. Weird. Puppet Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bass5 Posted January 19, 2008 Share Posted January 19, 2008 I don't remember us actually breaking down in '75. I do remember a bus getting hit by another bus at a RR crossing (was that a break failure and wasn't Ed Hill driving?) and having to get out and walk up to the top of Loveland Pass because the busses weren't going to make it fully loaded (snowball fights in June, very cool). Actually my favorite bus story from 1975 is the first trip in the new buses. They were still prime gray and had just arrived somewhere from down south. We pulled out of the Memorial High School parking lot, well actually bus #2 pulled out and bus #1 didn't -SMASH. Bus #1 (the guard bus I think) had one of those florescent orange triangles mounted on the back the rest of the year. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
apoch003 Posted January 21, 2008 Share Posted January 21, 2008 Actually my favorite bus story from 1975 is the first trip in the new buses.They were still prime gray and had just arrived somewhere from down south. We pulled out of the Memorial High School parking lot, well actually bus #2 pulled out and bus #1 didn't -SMASH. Bus #1 (the guard bus I think) had one of those florescent orange triangles mounted on the back the rest of the year. "OH, we can't have nice things!" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tansea Posted January 21, 2008 Share Posted January 21, 2008 (edited) The sound of distant drumming. It is my first and longest lasting drum corps memory. The first show I ever went to, probably like 5 years old, was initiated by the sound of lines warming up in the distance - which also explains my affection for the lot. Usually it turns out to be freight trains. Edited January 21, 2008 by Tansea Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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