Waiting For Sundown


I miss Drive-Ins. Let me rephrase that – I miss the memories of Drive-Ins. No, let’s try it again – I miss my false memories of Drive-Ins. For the most part Drive-Ins sucked donkeys.

Cold nights, steamed up windows, a full cooler of cheapo beer with crappy movies. Speakers that hung on the driver’s side window that played static in mono, and a whiny date who just wanted to go home because she was freezing and couldn’t stand my buddy in the back seat with his cold whiny date. Because of that, “Flesh Gordon” was one of my least favorite movies of all time.

Once I hid in the trunk with Danny Rat The Dirty White to get in free, getting CO poisoning, watching the B-movie double feature in a lawn chair with warm beer and a pounding headache. Yeah, fun times.

Years later a bunch of us piled into Pecker Pete’s van and went to a multi-screen Drive-In. By then the crappy speakers had been replaced with an antenna clip, so you could listen to the movie over AM radio on your own speakers.

Pecker didn’t have a radio, but at least one of us had seen each of the flicks. We parked in the middle of the lot and watched five movies at once, providing our own narration. The chicks dug it.

I don’t miss Drive-In theaters at all, except for when I do.


Tags: , , ,

4 Responses to “Waiting For Sundown”

  1. LC Aggie Sith Says:

    I went to my first drive-in in 95, in Oahu. It was very nice, lovely weather, and since I’m a girl*, I could care less about stereo vs. mono.

    However, I did take along my newborn daughter (she is now 16), and that made for an interesting time!

    *no, not all girls are like me.

  2. Bunk Strutts Says:

    LC Aggie– My parents took me to the Drive-In when I was very young. It was really cold out, and I was *ahem* gassy.

  3. planetross Says:

    I used to go to the Drive-In with my mother: basically James Bond (Roger Moore) movies and a few Bloodfests with Vincent Price.
    Later it was sneaking into movies with people in the trunk, sneaking through the bushes, or paying off the exit guard to drive in the exit.
    The loca Drive-In closed soon after I left highschool back in ’83.

    It’s gone, but not forgotten.

  4. Bunk Strutts Says:

    plane– We’d drive up, tell the gate dude that we didn’t know you needed a radio, and he’d point us toward the exit. We’d make it to the exit after the movie was over.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: