We
had two 96 hour weekends while attending Guidedmissileman
A School
in Virginia Beach.
The first time I hitchhiked from VB to Cleveland
a grand distance of 582 miles traveling
by thumb. As I recall, that trip was over Thanksgiving weekend and standing beside
a road at two in the morning got pretty damned cold. The leg between VB through
the Smoky Mountains
from Richmond
to the Pennsylvania Turnpike was cold and dreary but there was no competition
for a ride.
That
all changed when I got to the turnpike the place was rife with other servicemen
wanting rides. I turned the dial on my charm and cunning control up to a
setting of ten and was on my merry way in short order. The last ten miles were
probably the hardest because most people in Northern Ohio
weren’t going six hundred miles in their cars. I remember walking the last
five, or so, miles.
I
was surely not going to rely on my thumb to return and risk becoming AOL. I
took my first long distance bus ride back. As bad as thumbing up from Virginia was, riding a
Greyhound bus for six hundred miles back was almost as bad.
Christmas
time offered another 96 hour liberty and I had no desire to hitchhike six
hundred miles back to Northern Ohio in the
dead of winter. I located a sailor who was being transferred via MATS,
Military Air Transport Service, to Holy
Loch Scotland
and had to sell his 1953 Ford Convertible. I ended up buying this classic auto
for $35. Of course in 1960 a 1953 Ford hadn’t made it to the classic car list
quite yet.
There
were two guys that I knew who offered me $50 each for a ride to Pittsburg and another from Akron who ponied up another $50. Me and the
Ford limped into Northern Ohio one evening and
I was able to nurse the car to the local junk yard and got $50 for the little
beauty. Let’s see. I made $165 minus gas money and made it home for the
holidays.
In
February, we flew to LAX for Terrier BT3 C School at the General Dynamics
factory in Pomona where I bought a 41 Ford
Business Coupe for $50 and sold for $75 in May when I was posted to Southern Indiana.
Maybe
I should have gotten out and sold used cars but I had bigger fish to fry.
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