As others have pointed out. If not in a rush, driving slightly under the speed limit is very relaxing.
His photo reminded me of the film "Harold and Maude", if anyone here has seen it.
Once I'm retired, I would like to digitize my own grandfathers prisoner of war diary, including that episode where they ate a dog so they didn't die from starvation, but it turned out to be the camp commanders dog, so that meal had an enormous price tag in terms of consequences. (Just to point out it wasn't all black shiny cars in the 1940s!)
So wasn't a one-off?
I consider myself to have seen a lot of films, but it took watching There's Something about Mary for me to discover the film!
Monk wasn't widespread popular at the time at all - only in niche jazz circles. It'd be about as exotic as you could hope to maybe hear Billie Holiday in somewhere like Fife.
[1]https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omega_Speedmaster
[2]https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inertial_navigation_system#Ove...
And though he refuses to enter into the spirit of rationing, he is also in the fantasy world where the Germans aren't bombing and threatening to invade, or there are postwar shortages and cities in ruin. Yeah, I supposed it's OK to like the clothing, cars and other tech, but it seems a not much like the actual 1940s in Great Britain.
Just IMAGINE saying that out loud.
My wife has a 1950's Raleigh women's bike we bought ages ago for $50 and it is hands down the most comfortable bike we own.
I own 4 other bikes (a cruiser, an e-cruiser, and two racing bikes) but always grab hers for my errands within ~15 blocks.
Everything about it just feels easy-- it's well balanced, has a great upright sitting position, a super comfy saddle, an easy to use 3-speed hub, big soft tires, and the frame is basically indestructible.
Occasionally something gets out of place or slightly off and I just whack it back into place.
The only thing I'd worry about is him getting too obsessed to the point he has trouble relating with others that are from this generation or are younger than himself especially as the number of people familiar with that generation continue to pass away.
striking a match
I saw a Boy Scout earning his merit badge in fire-building. His first task was to start it with a match, and then he'd move on to striking a flint, or something.
So he was holding the box vertically, and striking down with the match. A moment's thought will tell you the flame will, quite likely, burn your fingers.
Is this some kind of understated British humor?
*Everything* ?? Yikes!
It's curious to me that he's not being raised by his parents. Something tragic must have happened here. Is is running away from his trauma?
(Edited quite a bit: others have brought up the point about getting this conclusion from reading a WW2 POW's diary. I wrote too soon -- the bit about not being raised by parents seems much more salient to me.)
"""
As Mr. Jones put it in his memoir, "Sometime during my sophomore year at Coleman High School, I became a 'character'" -- wearing bow ties and a straw hat to school, smoking a pipe, signing his articles for the school newspaper "T. Collins Jones, Esquire."
"Even now, nearly 70 years later, I can't help but stop and wonder what the hell I thought I was doing," he wrote. "Even more, I wonder at the fact that the other kids -- farmers mostly, and ranchers and 4-H girls -- took it all in their stride."
In 1945, when he enrolled in the drama department at the University of Texas, "for the first time, there were other people actually like me," he wrote. "Here, marvel of marvels, everybody was T. Collins Jones, Esquire."
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Perhaps this kid will get to the university and find his tribe.
"The simple life" is a very attractive thought. Few dare to subscribe to it for real like this feller does. Respect.
I hate grappling with advancing a career vs "doing whatever I want." The problem is, whenever I play video games or try to decompress, I feel like I'm forcing myself. This guy has seemingly no qualms about it. For that, I'm jealous.
Wow. $22K USD inflation-adjusted for a hand-made car in 1938. Cheaper than cars that are made by robots today. You'd think that after 80 years of technological progress and automation, they'd cost less than $1000 by now. What is going on? Surely this makes a strong case that modern poverty is artificial and done on purpose.
And how can a kid barely out of school afford to buy all this stuff? I swear some people are living in a parallel universe.
In addition, the good thing about cars up to the 90s, and perhaps later, is that there are fixable with the manual. There is electrics but no electronics or software.
Not sure about music but in architecture 'modern' was already in 40s.
I'd call that the #1 distinction.
These days it's the ubiquitous volcano of entertainment : social media, youtube etc.
Back then it was what, bake brownies?
Maybe with the 1990s.