Searching for My Dad's 1979 Chevy Suburban

[TheHoundsman]

great place to start. Nothing is more annoying than a car that is just too loud. Not fast, not cool, not sweet, just annoyingly loud. Since I moved to the country i have yet to hear another loud ass forking car haha.

great place to start. Nothing is more annoying than a car that is just too loud. Not fast, not cool, not sweet, just annoyingly loud. Since I moved to the country i have yet to hear another loud ass forking car haha.

I hear ya. I am looking for appropriately loud!! lol

 

[TheHoundsman]

I have been spending time just cleaning the burb. There was a lot of cleaning to do.

 

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[HotWheelsBurban]

I have been spending time just cleaning the burb. There was a lot of cleaning to do.

144 cubic feet of space, and it's all icky by this point. I remember cleaning each of our 5 square body Burbs as we got them. At least two of them had any colonies in the cargo area, from people leaving food scraps back there. And of course lots of dog hair. Burb owners tend to have large shaggy dogs, it would seem....no offense intended for any of y'all! And when these trucks were newer, everyone smoked, especially in the truck. So there's years of nicotine stains to scrub off too....

 

[TheHoundsman]

144 cubic feet of space, and it's all icky by this point. I remember cleaning each of our 5 square body Burbs as we got them. At least two of them had any colonies in the cargo area, from people leaving food scraps back there. And of course lots of dog hair. Burb owners tend to have large shaggy dogs, it would seem....no offense intended for any of y'all! And when these trucks were newer, everyone smoked, especially in the truck. So there's years of nicotine stains to scrub off too....

You are so right on the cigarettes. The ashtray was full and I found this under the seat. In a weird way it brought back some fond memories. My dad used to smoke Marlboro Gold (not 100’s). I also found this picture of us driving on the beach in his Suburban ( I think Daytona). You can see the cigarette in his hand. Flashback to a different time. A couple of years later my mom put an end to smoking in the truck. At least when she was in Truck. If it was just he and I he would reach down press that lighter, wait for it to get cherry red, light up and look over to me and say “crack your window”. I loved everything about it.