Definitely intentional - that plate would have cost NZ$900 here. Not the sort of clerical error normally expected.Hahahahaha. I wonder if that's a personalized license plate coincidence, or if it was intentional.
Good Lord! How can you have that car and not have it made up as LAPD 80817?Hahahahaha. I wonder if that's a personalized license plate coincidence, or if it was intentional.
P.S.: Don't forget Adam 12-1/2 :
View attachment 5057091968 Plymouth Belvedere (Satellite) - "Adam 12-1/2" by cudak888, on Flickr
-Kurt
Can we assume that there exists:
ADAM 1 through ADAM 12?
It is entirely possible.Can we assume that there exists:
ADAM 1 through ADAM 12?
Good Lord! How can you have that car and not have it made up as LAPD 80817?
My first car was a black and white taxicab 1969 Plymouth Belvedere. I loved seeing the Adam 12 cars on TV!!!
Sad, but no. I took a lot of photos back then, but I left them with my family when I went off in the Air Force and I never got them back.Oooh. Me want, me want...
Any pictures from back in the day when you had it?
-Kurt
Sad, but no. I took a lot of photos back then, but I left them with my family when I went off in the Air Force and I never got them back.
Suburban Cab in the Philly suburbs. I used it like a tank, even taking it off-road a few times. In college, I loaded it up with up to 11 girls (plus me made 12 occupants - totally overloaded and unsafe) at a time to bring them to my frat parties. Of course the girls were double-stacked plus one on top lying down across the others. I was sent by my engineering school frat (extreme lack of chicks in engineering school) to the local nursing schools (total lack of guys there) in north NJ. Win-win!
At least you have the memories though. Any stories of it? What taxi co?
-Kurt
Suburban Cab in the Philly suburbs. I used it like a tank, even taking it off-road a few times. In college, I loaded it up with up to 11 girls (plus me made 12 occupants - totally overloaded and unsafe) at a time to bring them to my frat parties. Of course the girls were double-stacked plus one on top lying down across the others. I was sent by my engineering school frat (extreme lack of chicks in engineering school) to the local nursing schools (total lack of guys there) in north NJ. Win-win!
The car had no seat belts in it at all and I loved skidding it around corners in Newark until my roommate was thrown sideways into me from doing that and he grabbed the steering wheel to catch himself. Almost wrecked it that time. I eventually broke the front frame extension and the tire leaned so extremely that it was mainly running on the sidewall. I drove it to the junk yard and they gave me $25 for it in 1977. I bought it in 1974 for $200 so I definitely got my money's worth out of it!
For a slant six 225, it really had some power. I raced a lot of cars (stupid me) on the street and beat most of them somehow. I miss it.
Yeah it was a champ! The death knell was a crash on ice. It skidded straight in a curved section of road and straight up and over the tall curb. That crash cracked the frame rail and though I had it welded with a reinforcing plate, the crack came back later even worse. If it didn't have torsion bars, it may have survived. But I got another year and a half out of it afterward though.What a collection of stories. Sounds like those photos lost might have been more of a tragedy than I thought...especially those involving it fully loaded for your frat parties
Sounds like you ran it into the ground and it served you well regardless. What a champ...
-Kurt
Yeah it was a champ! The death knell was a crash on ice. It skidded straight in a curved section of road and straight up and over the tall curb. That crash cracked the frame rail and though I had it welded with a reinforcing plate, the crack came back later even worse. If it didn't have torsion bars, it may have survived. But I got another year and a half out of it afterward though.