She's real fine, my GP9

{REPEAT}

(still singing…) My Geeee Peeee Nine…well, I saved my pennies and I saved my dimes (giddyup, giddyup, GP9) for I knew there would be a time…when I would buy a brand new GP nine…

Okay, there’s probably a purist on this forum who’ll point out that maybe its a GP SEVEN…but that’d ruin the song, right?

I’m not even certain where I GOT this thing, nor the brand name of the manufacturer of it (Stewart?) I had no business posing it on that diorama back in Canada, other than how I wanted to be able to LOOK at it, during the six months I’ll be in California. I hadn’t bothered to attach the handrails and other stuff I hope the box contains, nor to do the all important WEATHERING on it (however: on THIS marvelous piece, its going to be a BUD LITE version of dirtying it up…it’d be a sacrilege to obliterate that sexy black widow appearance, right?)

And, of course, I post it here on the forum, just because when I looked at it on my revolving screensaver last night, that Beach Boys song came to mind, and I wanted to see if any of you folks had ever sung that in your heads for this reason.

"She always resets when she loses her mind "

Did it come with hand rails?

David B

It looks like an Athearn GP7. But not to worry. Athearn called it a GP9 for many years until the nit pickers set them right and got them to market it as a GP7.

New song? I’m in Heaven for my GP-7??

I’ll speak to Brian Wilson about re-doing the song with that lyric, if I can get him out of his drug-induced state of constant fogginess, with maybe a taser jolt in his right ear.

Part of getting older is not being able to remember stuff, as many of us in here are aware (or WERE, until a few moments ago.) I only recall that I found that beauty of a diesel somewhere (it was before I’d tried buying anything online) and had it sitting in its box for a couple years, before I carefully lifted out in order to take a photo of it.

I think I’d remember if it was an old Athearn model…in fact, I think it cost about 90 bucks, so it wouldn’t have been that. (Even with my memory, which has more holes in it than the wall where Ray Charles has his dartboard—I recall drooling over the Athearn version of that engine, with a pricetag of around $11.95) (And that was in the POST rubberband drive era).

When I’m back in CanadaLand in May, I’ll yard it out again, install whatever extra thingys are provided, and attack it with a tempera puck barrage (carefully, mostly around the trucks) and post a photo of how it SHOULD look when publicly exposed.

Meantime, I’ll bet SOMEONE in here will be able to pin down whose model it is, going by the numbers on it, if nothing else.

She looks real fine going down the line, my turbo charged sound equipped GP9

Hey, it seems we have the makings of some budding SONGWRITERS in this group!

Being the owner of a real 62 409 Impala SS all I got to say is STOP. YOUR RUINING MY FAVORITE CRUZIN SONG!!! I can’t get those lyrics out of my head now,thanks eh. LOLOL

Yeah, louvre-wise it looks like you got yourself a GP7 there. But if you enjoy it (and your song) thats all that matters.

Turbocharged? I thought GP9s weren’t turbocharged…

Wonder if I chould come up with a song for mine… (Green Tamborine, except with green GP9)

Hey, I’m just glad you’re happy! Enjoy it. As a friend reminded me recently about my speed in modeling, it’s hobby, so you’ll do the handrails when you’re good and ready. Nice looking loco, GP7/9s are a favorite of mine too. Dan

Personally, I think you all still have some of the drugs still in your system from the sixties.[(-D]

While not the Impala SS, I had a 62 BelAir with the police package. It would haul, er, umm, the mail.

Tom

Not all of us were around in the 60s. Heck, I was barely around for the 80s.

She’s real fine, my GP9 RS-11.[:-,]

I looked this up on the internet, having googled my way to one of those medical information sites:

A good indicator of leftover hallucinagens from as many as four decades earlier, is the repeated use of the same word, in a simple sentence…e.g. “You still have some of the drugs you took, still in your system.”

I rest my case.

I should be singing “Born To Be Wild” because mine’s a Chopper!

Lee

Shes my Little BL 2, you don’t know what I got! (Little Duce Coup)

Or if you know John Cash

Big Boy, Big Boy.

I will come up with more Friday, it has been slow at work.

Well she got her daddy’s Geep
And she cruised through the middle of town now
Seems she forgot all about the train orders
Like she told her old man now
And with the air horns blasting
Goes cruising just as fast as she can now…

Andre

Okay, now that THAT B’boys song worked its way into this thread, I have to trot out one of my “A” stories…I was able to find my 10th grade girlfriend by going into the Classmates site…and wrote her a note saying I hope she remembered me, as I think of her every time I hear a certain song.

You see, she used to come pick me up in her dad’s cool Thunderbird convertible, saying she told her dad she was picking up “the professor” (my nickname) and going to the library to study…only, where she’d take us, was to the street where they hold the Rose Parade in Pasadena on New Years.

We’d drive in a big circle, ending at the Bob’s Big Boy hamburger joint, going about 5 mph, along with a thousand other kids in their cars–she explained to me it was called “cruising.”

She wrote back to me, saying nothing but: DUH! (and her phone number in Kansas).

I called, asking what “DUH” was supposed to mean, and she said: “If ANYone should have known that the song you’re talking about, was written for us, it’d be you.” {HUH???}

She goes on: “Remember how when you’d walk me home from school, if the garage door was open, you’d get all scared, as it meant my brother was in there playing surf guitar with his buddies from Hawthorne. They’d push you down, and threaten to kill you, for dating Larry’s little sister…do you recall those brothers?”

(Oh, yeah, what a bunch of idiots…I think their last name was WILSON, right? WAIT A MINUTE! You mean that was the stinking BEACH BOYS?)

"yeah, and when my brother let on to dad that we were NOT going to the library, he took the Tbird away, and Brian Wilson thought it was so funny, he wrote that “Fun Fun Fun” song. How could you NOT figure that out?

The lyrics start off: We