The one I miss the most is my old 4D Maglite. Circa 1990-1991. Thicker barrel than the current generation.
That was my first serious light. Got me through many a dark night changing tires, taking out the trash, and cutting through the darkness.
In the summer of 1993, I was working down the Jersey shore in Wildwood, where I went to high school actually. My best friend and I worked at the Acme, and we met two girls who had come over from Ireland for the summer. We were all talking and we began to hang out, the four of us. They mentioned that they wanted to take a bus up to Philadelphia, to the Franklin Mills Mall to go shopping. We said, "Hey! We can drive you up there! We'll make a roadtrip out of it!" So we did. It was a blast. Two guys, on top of the world, with two beautiful women in the backseat of my friend's fabled 1983 Nissan Stanza. Until. Until, while waiting for them to come out of a store, we drove over to get some refreshments from a convenience store, and noticed the temperature gauge on the Stanza was climbing much higher than it should have been. Hrm.... not good (we found out much, much later that the thermostat chose THAT weekend to go south). They came out and got in the car and we informed them that there was a problem. What to do? Idea. We could stay at my friend's Aunt's house in NE Philadelphia as they were on vacation. The keys. The keys to said house were in my friend's mother's purse. So, the end result is I was crouched in the bushes with my ole' 4D outside my friend's house while he rummaged around and found the keys. Get keys. Go to Aunt's house, stopping every 1/4 mile dumping water into the radiator and watching it blow out the overflow tube, we sleep over (no funny business) at his Aunt's house. Next day, we took a taxi to the train station, to the bus station, back down to Wildwood. We apologized to them about 84 million times for the havoc and uncomfortable conditions, but looking back, it was a blast. One of the said girls actually became my first girlfriend. (Yeah, do the math, I peaked late.
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Everytime I think of the old Maglite, I remember that night.