In HS when we were driving someone would be giving directions: go straight at the next light.

Well, the response was "go FORWARD never go STRAIGHT." But we were talking about partying, not teh ghey.

And it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that SCHWINNGGGGGG!

Hee hee -

When we would see a STOP AHEAD sign we'd all say "Shoot a freak!"

also - left turns were 'lemons'
And right turns were 'roarers' -

showing my age, aren't I?

Nope, just being incomprehensible!
We used to say "hang a la droite" or "hang a la gauche".
I learned right & left in French well before I got it sorted in English.
(Hang is not French - it was usually "hang a left at the end of the road" etc)

Oddly, as I was typing this, "Together in Electric Dreams" came on the radio.
Which is commensurate with the period I was writing about!
Rarely have this station on - but JB was being interviewed.

we were using drug-speak.

Druggies used to be called 'heads' as in, "Oh, Mike. yeah, he's a real head," and lemon is short for quaaludes (or 714's or 'lemons' as the Lemmon drug co. made them) or 'soapers' for 'soporific'.

Roarers - same thing as 'soaper' I think. ? It's been so long now...

mandies were Mandrax, then there were blue and green abbotts...wow. Loads of drugs, actually. I should've gone into pharmacy.

Because of my self-proclaimed direction dyslexia, it took too long for me to figure out left from right. If my friend were driving I'd say "take a 'my way' or a 'your way.' It got really funny around curves because we'd hold up our hand, fingers together, and make a curvy sign with our hand that corresponded to the curve in the road. "Take a this way."

We'd also say "wanna stop in, say hi?" when what we really were doing was driving by a cute boy's house. We'd run around town stopping in and saying hi, but never getting out of the car.

Ahh, to be young again. :)

for us, rights were rollos and lefts were louies. it's my age too, apparently. It's a good age and a good thing, it's the only one I have.

I knew a fellow a looooooooooooooong time ago, who had a reeeeeeeeallllllly old pit bulldog. The dog's name, as was evidenced by it being carved ornately into a very nice leather collar, was "Rohr 714".

When my father would see a "stop ahead" sign, he would put his hand on one of our heads. When we asked him what he was doing, he'd say "I'm stopping a head"

We all had sympathy for the kids near the "slow children playing" sign.

Rohrer's, not Roarers, Miss Brianna.

Rohrer 714 was Quaalude.

I went to college in a town where you could come in Gay and go out High, or come in High and go out Gay.

I'm not telling.

(I tried to find a picture, but every search lands me at the Iron Hill Brewery site, which doesn't have a shot of the street signs, darn them. Every time I see that place I think, "Man, I miss Woolworths, but at least they have beer."

Left: Hang a Larry.
Right: Hang a Ralph.

And we too would always go forward and never straight, perpetuated by our gay friend.

Also, if the light turned red before you made it through the intersection, you had to kiss your hand and touch the roof of the car.

If you go over a railway bridge and there is a train coming you get to make a wish.
And they come true!

My Dad used to indulge me when he was driving me to Milton Keynes to get the coach back to Leicester. There's a really high bridge and you can see the trains coming from quite a distance. If he spotted one he would slow down or speed up accordingly.

Very often I wished, "I wish I wasn't going back to Leicester. I wish I could stay here with my family."
And you see, it came true!

Bloody hell, I wish I'd wished for money.

Ahhh. WCSU. When they allowed kegs in the dorms, no doubt.

My grandma would say...If you see a head, stop it!

There used to be signs on I-70 going into Indiana (my brother went to college there, played football, so we travelled that road a lot.) They had signs that read Watch Your Speed. We Are. There was a picture of a cop car and copcopter on it and my friend told me she always thought it meant: Watch Your Speed. We Are Cops! That's always cracked me up for some reason.

As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke - just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!

-Jack Handy

Reminds me of the signs for South of the Border, they stretch all across N. and S. Carolina on the way to the road stop.

http://www.thesouthoftheborder.com/2...ned-americana/