05-08-2020, 01:26 AM
Oh my gosh, Peking, you have no idea how close you are to the mark. When I was a kid growing up in Torrance in the mid '70s, my best friend's dad was a pot farmer and distributor. Common now, but somewhat exotic and cool in the '70s. The fact that it was massively illegal only elevated his cool factor in my eyes. Mind you, my Mom was single, worked all day, and had no idea that I was hanging around these people.
They had moved from Illinois, and dad, Gordy, drove a '60s Econoline cargo van that had formerly been a Chicago Bears equipment van. Since it was painted in Bears colors with their logo on the side, he had spray painted it flat black. The only passenger accommodations in the back of this windowless van was a big piece of brown shag carpet on the metal floor in the cargo area. There were no seats in the back.
When the weed was harvested and bagged, Gordy would load his boy, Billy, and I in the back of the van, and he'd drive around town distributing bags of weed to his sellers. He'd take turns and brake erratically, and Billy and I would bounce around the back of the van like we were in a tumble dryer, trying to hold on to the carpet.
Ahh, memories.
Grabbed me a nice big piece of carpet yesterday, and will enjoy its comfort when I do my low-level motorcycle projects.
They had moved from Illinois, and dad, Gordy, drove a '60s Econoline cargo van that had formerly been a Chicago Bears equipment van. Since it was painted in Bears colors with their logo on the side, he had spray painted it flat black. The only passenger accommodations in the back of this windowless van was a big piece of brown shag carpet on the metal floor in the cargo area. There were no seats in the back.
When the weed was harvested and bagged, Gordy would load his boy, Billy, and I in the back of the van, and he'd drive around town distributing bags of weed to his sellers. He'd take turns and brake erratically, and Billy and I would bounce around the back of the van like we were in a tumble dryer, trying to hold on to the carpet.
Ahh, memories.
Grabbed me a nice big piece of carpet yesterday, and will enjoy its comfort when I do my low-level motorcycle projects.