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Forumer of the Year Award.

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Who should be declared AnandTech Forumer of the Year (For the Year 2020)?

  • Muse

    Votes: 5 17.2%
  • IronWing

    Votes: 7 24.1%
  • BudAshes

    Votes: 2 6.9%
  • shortylickens

    Votes: 11 37.9%
  • Panino Manino

    Votes: 4 13.8%

  • Total voters
    29
  • Poll closed .
There are tons of airport ladder trucks not being used right now.
I drove one of those across the country. They're made in the City of Industry near L.A. We called it Stairway to Heaven.

Absent the 707 they were built for, it was just a pickup truck with some sort of existential joke on top.
 
I drove one of those across the country. They're made in the City of Industry near L.A. We called it Stairway to Heaven.

Absent the 707 they were built for, it was just a pickup truck with some sort of existential joke on top.
😵

They couldn't put it on a flatbed and freight train it?
 
Some middleman collected a gaggle of hippies (yhelothar!) in early 70s LA with the ad, "Free ride to the East Coast." It was a trip, in many more ways than one.

Lol can you still call it new after a cross country road trip with a bunch of hippies?
 
Grew up there. Spent 2 months in my folk's home after 4 and 1/2 years wandering around Europe. Joined a non-hierarchical collective. We had a vegetarian restaurant. Every decision was made by consensus. Do you know how exhausting that can be? But I loved it.

Got to live on the 38 acre remnant of the estate of Dr John & Mary Gibbon. He invented the heart lung machine. It had been a dairy farm going back to the 1600's. The valley where the main pature was had been flooded to make Springton Resevoir, the drinking water for the area.

This was 1980. The Doc had been dead since, I think, 1962. Mary Gibbon decided to sell the place. The British General and his wife who were the tenants moved out in advance to the sale. So 4-5 of us hippies got to live there for $100/mo each. I saw the heating bill once. It was $1,800/mo in 1980 dollars, at the reduced farm rate. The estate had been built onto over the centuries, starting with the farmer's cabin from 168X, I forget. Not a plum line in the place. There were at least twice as many fireplaces as hippies.

The first summer I just lived out in the woodshop attached to the barn. Built in the late 1880's, it was intense. The beams, floor, and built in benches and tables were all of the self-same redish wood. Not a nail in the whole place, all wooden dowels and Latin numeral-etched, numbered beams. Intense.

It was attached to the second story of the now defunct and ramshackle double story barn that I was told had been in architectural digests in its heyday. Best of all, it had one of those swing open barn doors for pitching hay into. And the effing sun set from over the Lake (huge resevoir) right throught that up in the trees, pseudo barn door. Heaven!!

We had . . . FUN!! One of us five was a musician who convinced all his musician friends to park all their larger instruments there, 'cause we certianly had the room!! So, among other things, we had a vibraphone!! We threw some wild parties.

Good Times, is what I'm saying.

It made me see the area I grew up in in a whole new light. Plus, I went to college there . . . Swarthmore.

I have . . . stories. 😎
 
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