If you had a time machine...

[TXOldRedRocker]

If we're talking investments. First two I think of from the 60's, Shelby Cobra's. Stock up on a few of them.

And a bunch of shares of Berkshire Hathaway. They initially sold for $19/share. Today's price is approximately $789,300.

A $50,000.00 investment in BRK.A in 1965 would be worth $1.967 billion today.

 

[DeafDumbBlind Kid]

Go back to 1981, and pull the trigger on that 1960 Les Paul for 1400$ at Ring music...or 1978, and pull the trigger on those 3 late 50's Maple Neck Sunburst Stratocasters for 300$ a piece in a local music store( someone dumping their collection)...or 1976, in a shop in Hamilton with a mid 50's Telecaster in my hands, for 300$, most beautiful worn finish imaginable. Out of the corner of my eye i thought...naw, it's not hard rock enough ...i bought the Yamaha solid state 50 watt amp instead...

take that trade of a beat up 23 year old Nocaster for my brand new shiny piece of shit Stratocaster in 1974

 

[SFK]

If I changed anything, I might not be where I am now which is exactly where I want to be.

 

[JTM45]

Easy. Go catch Kiss in their prime on the Love Gun tour. I had to wait to 1996 and the reunion tour before I could see them live. Spent far too many hours staring at the Alive II gatefold.

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I saw that tour at the San Diego sports arena, I was a kid and it changed me. I wanted to be them so bad it wasn’t funny

 

[CB91710]

If we're talking investments. First two I think of from the 60's, Shelby Cobra's. Stock up on a few of them.

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And a bunch of shares of Berkshire Hathaway. They initially sold for $19/share. Today's price is approximately $789,300.

A $50,000.00 investment in BRK.A in 1965 would be worth $1.967 billion today.

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Anyone with $50,000 in 1965 could afford to own 5 houses.

I'd have been happy to just put $2500 into Amazon in 1997.
The IPO adjusted for splits was $0.09... it's at $186 now.
$2500 on the IPO would be 5.6m today

 

[Lungo]

I’d go back in time and prevent myself from selling a few pieces of gear. I’d also buy that Ibanez John Petrucci model that a store in Anchorage Alaska tried to sell me for $1100.

 

[LtDave32]

I'd go back to the very first public restroom and blow it to smithereens..

 

[Leee]

Just piss outside!
That’s what I do.

It’s when there’s a big Number 2 coming that I start looking for modern conveniences.
I don’t care where.

If people don’t like the abuses and challenges I regularly deliver to indoor plumbing, they don’t have to stay around for it.

My main concern is that I would rather do it at a Jack In The Box than in the house of someone I know.
Unless I never wanna see them again…

 

[LtDave32]

Just piss outside!
That’s what I do.

You think I don't ?

I'll piss outside, damn right. When on long-distance road trips, like through Texas where there's nuthin' but more nuthin', I'll find an off-ramp and let fly.

After my well-documented NM rest-stop freaky experience, never again. Not without a baseball bat.

fk'n public restrooms..

 

[redking]

Circle back to that girl in high school that you found out years later was very very bad but nobody knew at the time.

 

[Leee]

Just one more reason to stay the hell out of the cities.
Piss outside in the city, you may find yourself charged as a sex offender.

 

[Leee]

Circle back to that girl in high school that you found out years later was very very bad but nobody knew at the time.

I dunno man …
I sniffed a few of those out.
Helped corrupt a few of them.

Hell, I may be the reason they were bad.

 

[LtDave32]

If it's #2, we will endeavor to find a nice restaurant where I can take care in comfort and cleanliness. Then have some lunch, rest and enjoy ourselves.

But no more of that trading post bullshit. Or any public restroom big enough to hang out in.

NO. I'll end up on the 6:00 news for sure. Top local story.

 

[Leee]

@LtDave32, I’ve never encountered the troubles you have described in restaurants or convenience stores I’ve stopped at.

Seen plenty of sketchy people, but rare that I had to shoo them away.

Of course, I almost never stop at roadside rest stops.

I guess I draw my line at the bathroom stall door.
Open that, you better have a bigger gun than I do.

 

[Gfunk_Minor]

You think I don't ?

I'll piss outside, damn right. When on long-distance road trips, like through Texas where there's nuthin' but more nuthin', I'll find an off-ramp and let fly.

After my well-documented NM rest-stop freaky experience, never again. Not without a baseball bat.

fk'n public restrooms..

Dad used to call that "checking the trailer tires".

 

[sonar1]

…
After my well-documented NM rest-stop freaky experience, never again. Not without a baseball bat.

fk'n public restrooms..

I missed that story. Was Alligator Bling involved?

 

[JTM45]

It’s when there’s a big Number 2 coming that I start looking for modern conveniences.
I don’t care where.



My main concern is that I would rather do it at a Jack In The Box than in the house of someone I know.
Unless I never wanna see them again…

Yup that’s me too, I just can’t blow up a friends bathroom, not sure why but I’d be embarrassed

Hotels like Hampton inns and court yards are perfect, walk right by the front desk like you know where you’re going and pay attention to the restroom sign. Blow it up and get out of dodge they’re usually pretty clean

 

[KSG_Standard]

Hotels are the secret. Always clean, peaceful and private.

 

[LtDave32]

@LtDave32, I’ve never encountered the troubles you have described in restaurants or convenience stores I’ve stopped at.

Seen plenty of sketchy people, but rare that I had to shoo them away.

Of course, I almost never stop at roadside rest stops.

I guess I draw my line at the bathroom stall door.
Open that, you better have a bigger gun than I do.

The NM trading-post incident happened two years ago.

Just last month, taking my wife to a back-pain specialist in San Bernardindo, I had another freaky encounter Chevron "extra mile" gas and convenience store, in that restroom. Some oddball followed me in and was WAY too fucking close, stood inches behind me while I was zipping up. Black guy with that shaved-head thing. I got the fuck out of there, then joined my wife who was paying for a coffee up at the counter. I put my arm around her, as aways. Dude comes up behind us and touches my shoulder with his fingers. I whipped around, pushed my wife behind me with one arm, ready to clobber the weirdo. He says (with a rally airy, soft voice) "I wanted to say that I like how you hold your wife, you must really love her.."

WTF? creeped both of us out.

I said " never mind us, mind your own business, and keep your hands to yourself, man. Don't touch me."

Yeah, that REALLY happened. Why me? What the fuck is it? Do I exude some sort of bat-signal odor that draws every fucking weirdo in the county?

Even my wife said as we got in the car, "why does that happen to you?"

I said "remember New Mexico?" She said "I remember that very well, you were yelling for an hour"..

 

[Olds442]

I would go back to 1959, and stay.

i'd jump between a few past dates to be there when it happened. 1947, 1961, 1963.

then stay in 1963, you can grab a lot of used bursts in 1963.