During the 1977 University of Texas football season, the drinking age was 18, probably because boys that age were asked to die in Vietnam. But let’s wrap our heads around that. High school seniors graduating across the country TOMORROW would legally be able to go get LIT tonight. At a bar. Yes, selfie-taking teenagers. The ones who text and drive. The ones who were born in 1996, the year George Burns turned 100. You think they would make it to 100, car-surfing past the Incidentals Market like these dolts?
Alas, we forget how foolish we were in our salad days. This is what it felt like to be young, male, and jubilant in 1978.
Were there no seatbelt laws then? Because it appears they may have failed to Click It or Ticket. I can’t fathom why, but the drinking age was raised to 19 in 1979, and further raised to 21 in 1984. And there it shall stay. And there it SHOULD stay. Egads!
I Don't Get It 
I would call this a case of natural selection. Ol’ Ma Nature is weeding out the blockheads. I must sat that one guy has a pretty nice ride for a college kid. Looks like an Olds Cutlass.
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A Cutlass Supreme? Is it a half roof? Does it do that on both sides? I agree they were probably selected out. I wonder if that’s a can of beer he’s holding. I see a rearending in his future…
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Yeppers. It had 2 half roofs with a bar down the middle. Very cool.
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I was born in 1957, legal drinker in 1975, silly boy way before that.
I didn’t have a cool car to cavort in, though, a bunch of my buddies did.
None of us rode on the hood or roofs like these yahoos, to my recollection, although some nights there was less recollection than others, Kerbey.
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I had a cool car in ’75 (a Plymouth Station Wagon). And yes, one night I thought it was a Sherman tank. Nother story. The drinking age meant no much to me back in the day. I had a very good fake ID which lost its virginity when I was sixteen. Now, it could be argued that if the drinking age had been twenty-one, I would not have destroyed my Plymouth, but given the fact that there were yea and plenty bootleggers in my neck of the woods, the argument is moot. (But Kerbey, I do hear ya!)
Times have changed.
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Your point is valid. A boy who wants some liquor will find some liquor. And drive a would-be tank. And lose his virginity. And somehow live to tell!
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uffff. Love the new birdies 🙂
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thanks!
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That second picture is pretty much how I remember the 70s. And the 60s. Part of the early 80s, too.
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I think that’s our buddy Mark Jorge Beels in that last pic. It’s a little blurry though.
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I thought it was Mark Gomez Beels! Does it look blurry to you?
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You’re right I misspoke! Please tell me that last picture is blurry and it’s not my eyesight. The boys in the background, their faces are out of focus, no? Love the new look by the way! Fancy fonts, birds in flight. It’s dreamy! Xoxo
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Chirp chirp!
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For all who survived adolescence in The Seventies. We salute you!
Great post Kerbey
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they were young Kirby, heart ache to heart ache, they said: no promises, no demands. Love, beer, and car surfing is a battlefield
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