History Of Auto A/C cut n paste Hoot
Before air conditioning became universal, the only way for drivers to cool off was what some old-timers in Tennessee called 'four and 60.' That's short for 'all four windows down and 60 mph.' In th...
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With an ancient pickup truck in Mexico, I found the "wing" vent window and sliding rear camper window to be valuable. Even a full of ice cubes chest beside me. All that did was make high humidity unbearable :(
Now, if they could only devise a way to drive a compressor at constant speed, the fear of broiling bumper-to-bumper stop and go traffic would lessen.
Remember those tubular window-rolled up evaporative gizmos? Almost tried it but never got around to buying one. Same thing happened with those canvas "Oasis" bags hung in front of the grille.
As we approached a green alfalfa field my dad used to order "Quick! Roll down your window!" Measurably cooler - for such a short time.
I don't know how Easterners devoid of "high-enough" mountains, could stand it - On my family's monumental 1955 coast-to-coast vacation, I suffered inside a "new" 1955 Chevrolet station wagon parked on a street in Brooklyn, for four hours. While a cousin was born. Only a week at a private lake (Blue Blood Relatives) salvaged the memory.
All the schools I attended now have air conditioning and 500% higher failure to educate rates. A different era.
Now, if they could only devise a way to drive a compressor at constant speed, the fear of broiling bumper-to-bumper stop and go traffic would lessen.
Remember those tubular window-rolled up evaporative gizmos? Almost tried it but never got around to buying one. Same thing happened with those canvas "Oasis" bags hung in front of the grille.
As we approached a green alfalfa field my dad used to order "Quick! Roll down your window!" Measurably cooler - for such a short time.
I don't know how Easterners devoid of "high-enough" mountains, could stand it - On my family's monumental 1955 coast-to-coast vacation, I suffered inside a "new" 1955 Chevrolet station wagon parked on a street in Brooklyn, for four hours. While a cousin was born. Only a week at a private lake (Blue Blood Relatives) salvaged the memory.
All the schools I attended now have air conditioning and 500% higher failure to educate rates. A different era.
