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About three months ago, my sister discovered this beautiful 1955 Dodge Jobline pick-up truck in a local Charleston newspaper. Knowing how much I’d always dreamed of owning a 1950’s red pick-up, she rang to tell me about the listing and I located it online. We talked about how beautiful it was and of all the things we’d love to do with the truck, but the price was simply too high and over time, we soon forgot about her.
Then, about two weeks ago, our Granny passed away and I found myself back in S.C. for her burial. One day shortly after, with emotions still at an all-time high, my sister and I decided we would go kayaking where our Granny and Grandpa were born and raised. It would’ve been a great trip, except none of the weather forecasters had predicted the severe thunderstorms that ensued and we quickly found ourselves in need of alternative plans. What better to do than shop, right?
With our trip canceled, we found ourselves riding around Mt. Pleasant with a ridiculously large two-person kayak on our roof and "nothing" to do. I mentioned thinking it would be nice to go back and check out this 1960’s “Endless Summer” type canary yellow station wagon we’d passed the day before, so we headed to the garage where it was parked. After perusing a wide array of vintage vehicles, we made out way to the garage and struck up a conversation with the mechanics. We inquired about some of the vintage vehicles and mentioned we’d found a red 1950’s red pick-up a few months back and asked if they’d ever seen one. They mentioned knowing of both a black and a white 1950’s truck, but no red one. As the conversation neared the ½ hour mark, one of the mechanics remembered he’d seen a red 1950’s pick-up parked at a law firm not far from the shop. As soon as he said this I thought (and my sister claims I said out loud), “That’s it!”.
After getting a few other places / people’s names who might know where to find a 1950’s pick-up, we took our chances and headed to see the truck the mechanic had mentioned seeing "a while back". We had nothing to lose by looking. As soon as we saw the vehicle and drove around the back-end, I knew it was the same one my sister had found three months prior. On the driver’s door window hung a sign advertising a slashed price and a phone number. After taking some photos and checking out the vehicle, my sister rang the listed number. We’d both just assumed the truck belonged to a man, so when a woman answered, she was surprised. After speaking for a few minutes, it became clear the voice at the other end was not going to “hand the phone over” (to a man). So, my sister asked, "Are you the owner?", to which the woman replied, "Yes!".
Needless to say, I think we were all a little surprised. The owner – Christine – explained she’d moved to Charleston from NYC to get into the bakery business and had bought the truck to "pick up men" – yes, that’s why she’d gotten it. At this juncture, my sister looked like she’d seen a ghost. There were several reasons for this "ook". One being, she’d been born in NY and two, her sister (that’d be me) currently lives there. Thirdly, she’d been trying to figure out how to transition out of a career in radio and was thinking of starting a baking business! I’m not kidding. When she asked Christine if owning the truck had indeed helped her meet any men, she said it hadn’t, but that the truck had been rented quite a few times for photo shoots and commercials. Gears in our heads quickly began turning. And Christine was so happy that women were calling about the truck because she specifically wanted to sell the truck to a female. She told us to go into the offices and get the keys to go for a spin.
She’d also mentioned the mechanic who’d worked on the truck was close by and told us where to find his garage. After going in and speaking with a lovely woman who had some problem locating the keys, we went back outside to wait. After a few minutes, the keys arrived and the girl mentioned if we could wait, that the mechanic who’d worked on the vehicle would be coming by to pick both she and her Mum in a few minutes. Huh? Why?!? Because the mechanic was her father! When we heard this, it was like a bolt of lightening had struck. How was it possible the mechanic we’d just been told about and whom we were going to go visit would be coming to us? Things were just getting too weird, so, of course, we waited. It seemed kizmit was taking over at this juncture.
It had been a while since I’d driven a standard, though it’s been my main transmission for the majority of my driving years, so I wasn’t too worried. And, my sister had learned how to drive a standard shift on a tractor on someone’s farm, so between the two of us, we thought we’d be okay. Not long after, the mechanic arrived. If seemed the truck hadn’t been started in a while, so he had to jump-start her and we all piled in. He took us to a nearby car park and we drove around back to an empty area. My sister decided to go first and we all had a really good laugh. Next, it was my turn and after the mechanic properly explained the H-gear pattern, I did an so-so job with the ½ ton, no power steering, no power breaks slant V6 badass – though this isn’t to say it wasn’t nerve-racking as hell! Not only was she extremely difficult to maneuver, but somehow driving her made one’s hands completely black and at some point, we’d all touched our faces and had black marks all over ourselves and our clothing. We looked like Al Jolsen in his black-face – except, in reverse!
After returning to the law firm, we said we’d be back in a few days. We spent a day trying to figure out how we could make getting this truck happen and returned to take (what we’d already named) “Big Red” to a few mechanics shops and restoration experts the following day. Before getting out on crowded main roads, we decided to get some more practice driving the truck and so, after some quick cleaning of the windows and interior, we headed back to that nearby car park.
It’s a good thing my sister had learned to drive on a tractor, because on this particular 97degree afternoon, “Big Red” was akin to driving around in a 1/2 ton tractor. Driving Red was roughly the equivalent to taking part in a triathlon in 105 degree temperatures. Because she’s so hard to drive, on one occasion, I had to grab the giant wheel and help my sister make a turn! Yes, it took two of us and we’re both over 5”10, with plenty of muscle. Oh how I was beginning to appreciate power steering!
Jerking in-and-out-of all three gears, my sister finally stalled Big Red for a second time – sending us to a halting stop. Sweating and dirty, she screamed out in frustration, “Oh my God, I can’t do this! We’re crazy! This is never going to work!”. Searching for the inspirational words an older sibling is supposed to have at the ready, I turned my head and spotted this white big rig parked just beside us and nearly fainted. For, it was a Cardinal line truck with no more than two cardinal emblems – one on the cab and one on the trailer – emblazoned upon it.
You see, our Grandfather, who had died when we were very small was a country boy (related to Swamp Fox – yeah!) and his favorite bird was the cardinal. We know anytime one crosses our paths, to pay close attention. Gasping, I directed her attention right toward the “cardinal spotting” and we both nearly lost it. Tears welled up in both our eyes. My sister then took a deep breath and said, “Did you see the pair of cardinals fly past us as we drove back here?”. I hadn’t and said so, but quickly grabbed my camera to capture the rig carrying the cardinal message from our Gran.
While neither said so, in that moment, I think we both knew we’d buy the 1955 Dodge- even before we took her to get checked out. Can’t go against the elders, right? We offered nearly half the original price and Christine accepted. So, if for any reason, you’re in need of a classic 1955 Dodge pick up truck in fire engine red, you know who to contact!
Photographer: A. Golden, eyewash design – Charleston, S.C., July, 2008
If you really want to pick up girls, all you have to do is completely turn the tables on women, so that you control the shots. Picking up girls will then become a lot easier for you. Here’s one secret tactic i use that helps me pick up any girl i want.
You see most men think that girls control the dating game. They control the shots, they are in charge and they make all the rules. Well my friend, it’s time us guys turned the tables and reverse that system, so that we can use their own strategies against them!
By doing so will make you so attractive to girls, they won’t be able to resist you!
So how do we turn the tables and beat women at their own game to pick up girls? Glad you asked! Have you ever heard of a popular marketing principle called “The Scarcity Formula”?. What this is, is that the less there is of something the more people desire it. Diamonds are expensive because they are hard to get hold of, sand costs nothing because there’s lots of it.
Women want what they can’t have. You see all a woman has to do to get a date is put on some make up, dress sexy and walk out the door. She’ll have a line-up of guys wanting to buy her gifts, take her out to dinner and whisk her off to Paris. These guys are all stuck in the “shower her with gifts” mindset.
Now, because a woman knows that she has this amazing power to get any man she so desires, there is no excitement in it for her. Except the occasional boost of her ego if she needs it. She uses this power to size men up and see if a man is going to be good enough for her.
Of course all these line up of guys wanting to please her at the drop of a hat are like little lap dogs to her, ready to attend her every need when she wants them to. These guys will do anything to get near her
It’s way too easy for her, there is no challenge in the game whatsoever!
So, to pick up girls successfully, you need to turn the tables around so that YOU are Sizing HER up, to see if the girl is good enough for YOU. If you put yourself out there as a rare commodity that the girl needs to grab before you’re gone, women will be beating down your door.
Nice guys are a dime a dozen, and you don’t want to be one of those.
So, if you want to gain an upper hand with women so you can pick up girls better, be ready to WALK AWAY if whatever girl you’re chatting up is being too difficult, or thinks she is better than you, OR if she is not smart enough to realize that what you have to offer is going to be good for her!
That’s why jerks and bad boys get all the girls because they walk around as if they have nothing to lose. If a girl turns them down, they know that there are plenty more women to chat up.
That’s the attitude you should have too.
If you want to pick up girls remember that women really do want a nice guy who can respect her as a woman, but not so nice that they can walk all over him. She wants a nice guy with a backbone who will take no crap from her.
So, are you ready to turn the tables and get all the girls you desire? Or do you still want to be the one who gets walked all over by women?
The choice is yours…
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The Super Sticky Post-It Note Man Struts His Stuff In San Francisco and shows us how to pick up girls with post it notes. We had a blast making this video. We shot this funny video at two hotels in San Francisco owned by the Personality Hotels Group–The Frank Hotel and the Diva Hotel both on Geary Street. When we moved from one hotel to the other, walking down the street near Union Square, a crowd of people came to see Nasser in the Post -It Suit. Tourists took pictures and even a fire truck stopped to snap a few. The Post It Man also showed us how to get a date with post it notes when he spent the day at Pier 39 in San Francisco. The girls couldn’t keep their hands off him. Check out the pics at myspace.com The Post-It Note Suit makes an excellent Halloween costume as well so stay tuned for more adventures of the Post It Man
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Originally posted 2011-09-07 02:15:32.