The Hooptie

This aging Pontiac which lives down Hallieford way still has charm, no? I think so. Look at that face, it's loaded with personality.

I have a very soft spot in my heart for old anything cars. My favorites are muscle cars from the '70s but some of these older model tanks everyday cars have appeal too.

Back in the late '80s and early '90s I worked in Washington, DC, and northern Virginia for a telecommunications company formerly known as MCI.

Chesapeake Bay Children? This was when people used calling cards to place long distance calls away from home, sometimes from the confines a claustrophobic contraption known as a phone booth. What about cell phones, you say? No such thing. Regrettably there *was* such a thing as puffy blouses, and even worse they were in vogue. Also, the dress code known as business casual had not been invented either, and a very young Chesapeake Bay College Graduate was *most* appalled at the fact that she had to wear a suit and PANTYHOSE with high heels to work every day.

You won't be may be shocked to know I've strayed from the topic.

Anyway, during that time frame someone I worked with was telling a very animated story, and about midstream she said, "Girl, you will never believe what happened next. She pulled right on up to the house in a hooptie."

Well I'd never heard that term before. Perhaps, like the wheel cell phones, it hadn't been fully invented or circulated yet. Or perhaps my sheltered upbringing in Mathews had something to do with it, who knows. Using the rest of the story as context, I deduced that a hooptie was just another term for old, beat-up (and sometimes jazzed-up) jalopies the size of small aircraft carriers.

Lest you think Chesapeake Bay Woman has finally gone off the deep end with her silly, made-up words or completely erroneous statements, you are correct she offers the following definitions provided by the urbandictionary.com:

hoop-d, hoopdie, hoopdy, HOOPTIE, hoop-t, hoopty, hooptee, etc.
Today it can be any car or vehicle used as personal transportation. But it was originally used to refer to classic 70's or 80's era large American cars (Impalas, New Yorkers, Towne Cars and so on...), usually found in the ghetto and in poor condition, that had been "pimped out" with garish paint, animal print interiors, wheels too large or too small and so on. They are often roomy, comfortable, worn out gas guzzlers.
Ex: The tail pipe fell off my hooptie.

or this:

hooptie
Any car that meets the following: a) driver must enter car through passenger side b) three different brand and size tires - three of them missing hubcap c) exhaust is held up by half a clothes hanger - other half replaces the antenna d) backfires every three blocks - loudest backfire being when car is turned off e) must open door at drive-thrus as windows don't roll down f) you only get one AM station and the tape deck eats all tapes inserted g) can't open the glove box as the whole thing will fall out h) if you let go of steering wheel while driving you'll make a u-turn i) must manually move blinker lever up and down as it no longer blinks on it's own j) must keep one foot on brake and one on accelerator when at a complete stop k) has had the same temporary registration sticker in the window for the last 18 months.

There are still quite a few hoopties alive and kicking in Mathews but most, like the car above, are planted permanently in a yard or the woods or even an old shed.

Do you have a story about a hooptie? How about pantyhose? Pontiacs? Hallieford?

Happy Friday!

p.s. This is a standing offer to anyone who owns a hooptie, a muscle car, an antique vehicle (including a tractor or boat), an older house or a scenic vista. In exchange for permission to legally trespass, I'll photograph your property and feature the photos on the blog (only if you wish) and/or give you copies of the shots. Be forewarned that if older vehicles are involved, I may want to keep drive them.

Three-Thing Thursday

Welcome to Three-Thing Thursday, where everybody gets to share three random, related, or quasi-related thoughts. Three is only a suggested number because I hate rules, they're so uncreative and confining. If you have 13 things to say, please go right ahead and share.

I'll begin.

1. The barn above is on the way to one of the county beaches and was not taken during this week's snowstorm, nor was it taken in last week's snowstorm, but I believe it was the storm from the week before that. Who knows, they all blend together, but one thing's for sure: we're getting snow here every week.

2. Last Saturday a new 7-11 opened up in Hudgins where the old Zooms used to be. The Zooms used to be a Little Sue back in the day. The old 7-11 was at Ward's Corner where the new Little Sue now sits. (Or maybe it's changed hands again, who knows.) My point is this: 7-11 and Little Sue have merely swapped locations. Last weekend during the grand opening of the new 7-11, they had 11-cent coffees and 11-cent slurpees. It's been centuries decades since I've had a slurpee, but for only 11 cents, how could a person resist? I savored every single drop of that artificial banana-flavored cup full of chemicals cold, and I'm not ashamed to say I almost ate the cup to get to the last drop.

3. Although there was snow on the ground this morning, there are also daffodils blooming in my yard. Daffodils are my favorite flower not just for sentimental reasons (my grandfather was a commercial grower) but because they are among the very first brave souls to burst through the cold, hard winter soil. They are very cheerful, happy, hopeful flowers.

Now, it's your turn to share three or more things, whatever you want, anything at all. Slurpees, seasons, storms, bizarre business plans for local convenience stores--the sky's the limit on the rambling, mindless possible topics.