Yet another annoying story from the old days

[67Dart273]

Triggered by........
What Have We Become?

Im still fixated on the pin-up in Dels post .

When I was at Treasure Island CA, going to electronics school in '68, I decided for some reason not to go home for Christmas. This would have been quite expensive, flight home, etc. The base command took anyone who stayed, and collected them up and just happened to move them into my barracks along with similar in the adjoining barracks, to keep everybody "together."

Now, this was a short break, don't remember, 2 weeks? and 99% of whoever went home would be coming right back and starting up school again. Nevertheless the Navy forced everybody who left to take EVERYTHING with them, just as if they were being transferred

THIS GENERATED A TREMENDOUS COMMON DONATION PILE of playboy "and other stuff."

So SOMEbody got the bright idea.........and soon SEVERAL guys were---clipping photos out of the various Playboy and scotch taping these up in the "head" of "Dorm E" where I existed. It was a God Damned work of art, I tell you, A WORK OF ART. Word was passed and there was a LINE!!!! coming into Dorm E as guys came just to SEE the spectacle!!! This was VERY enjoyable and VERY entertaining, and EVERY body was in a great mood

Until some jackass gung ho U.S. Navy by god career -to- be E5 came along on barracks "master at arms" duty....................

and proclaimed..............that the display was................unmilitary..........So "Take it all down and get rid of it."

WE WERE BUMMED

Now there were two guys in my class, George Delany from back east, and Dave Brake from Daley City, and by the way I'd LOVE to find them nowadays........

And these two played competitive golf with the Navy station big shots and pal'd around with Commanders and Captains 'n stuff. THEY GOT OUT OF CLASS to play GOLF!!!

Anyhow, weeks go by, and we "changed areas" (of study, class segments that varied from 2 to 4 weeks on specific subjects) So we march over to the classrooms for the upcoming "area." And we wander into class and find seats. And in comes the instructor, and we are settling down, calming down, finding our place, and the instructor says "Is Delany here, where are you?"

And Delany grumbles a bit and raises his hand "here."

"You have a rep"

"What's a rep?"

"You have a reputation." says the instructor

And George grumbles and fusses and I'm sittin there wonderin' "WTF??"

So the bell rings and we are all sitting there and the new instructor says "Hello, I am ETR-2 such and such and I......................."

And Delany interrupts and says loudly "Ya you are ****** that made us take down the pictures in Dorm E's head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The echos of continuous laughter are STILL faintly bouncing around that classroom to this day!!!!

 

[67Dart273]

Dave Brake's story: Dave had money, I think his Dad was a lawyer. He lived in Daley city and lived at home, and drove to the base everyday. Had a NICE 62 Falcon Futura. Until that is, Dad bought him an orange peel 69 383 RR 4 speed.

(On a side story, the station had the "orange club." This consisted loosely, of a hemi 67 Plymouth GTX, a 69 Z28 and Dave's 69 RR)

Anyhow, one evening Dave shows up at the ham club, and he is on duty at the barracks even though he didn't live there. Everybody had to be in a "duty section." So he gets me outside and shows me this inline dual 4 setup he'd put on the RR. It's on backwards by the way, the coil mount is on the wrong end

So he wants us to "go for a ride." Now, the hamshack was at the NW end of the island looking out at the Golden Gate, with a long road all the way down the W side of the island to the main gate down at the S end. 'I figured' Dave had it figured to go out the gate, buzz across the bridge, and come back. **** NO!!! He cranks the think up and screams down the full length of the island!!!! It's a 25 zone the entire island. He says, "oh **** I'm screwed" and pulls over and stops. I'm like, WHAT THE HELL?? and I turn around and way way WAY behind us comes the little bitty lame *** red blinker on top of the Chev six powered SP truck. And we wait there about an hour until he caught up. So what does Dave do? he taps his Commander buddy he plays golf with and DOESN'T GET HIS CAR KICKED OFF BASE!!!! I think he had to do base restriction for two weeks I don't recall

Taken from the ham club tower, the start of the "run." Main gate (hell it's the ONLY gate) is way down at the end. Google map says it's around 4500-4600ft