Cruising could happen any night we
were bored, but the weekend was best. We had a very distinct route. West on
Dodge past 72nd to the Miniature Golf and Trampoline park near the movie
drive-in, always with a stop on both trips at the eating drive-in near the
Dundee neighborhood. I can picture the drive-in, but not the location or the
name. Dundee neighborhood, I think.
If life were dead on that route,
no friends were located and all the hot chicks turned their heads from us, we
moved on to 30th Street and headed north to another favorite eating
drive-in. It does seem to me that we only ate at the one on Dodge Street. 30th
was just a place to hunt women. We never talked about what we would do with the
women if we ever picked them up. I’m sure I didn’t know. I couldn’t even
imagine any of them wanting to get in a car with us. But a couple did once. We
didn’t really know what to do.
The Dodge Street drive-in had the
best hamburgers. Cheap too. I think a fully loaded deluxe was about 49¢. The
building had limited seating inside, but the hang out was in the parking lot.
There was covered parking from the building down the middle of the parking lot.
You ordered food from a speaker at your car and it was delivered on a tray that
hung from your window. It was all very cool, up beat, modern stuff.
Then McDonald’s came to town and
located in the desert of Western Nebraska on Dodge past everything that was
anything along that road. The location made no sense. They still drew a crowd
because of 15¢ hamburgers. They tasted like cardboard, but you could get 5 and
a drink for under a dollar. To get real food we would go back to the drive-in.
Some of us guys were addicted to
the Hercules movies with Steve Reeves. No one was sure he was real. He had
muscles none of us knew existed on a real guy. He also appeared in movies with
half clad women, not a bad side product. The drive-in had a party spot on the
roof of the building. No one went there to see the movie. It was way to noisy.
Each parking spot had a speaker
you lifted off and hung from your window. More than one person drove off at the
end of the night without replacing the speaker. They must have had a pile of
speakers to replace after each night.
Those were the days my friend we
thought would never end — but they did.
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