Had to check to see if there was even on in my city. Apparently there is one WAY out in Langley. Interesting. Maybe if I ever get a GF I'll take her to one

...then the drive-in probably watches you...

That better be some movie!

Some were $/per person, and one was $3.50/carload. I'd say we went 2-3 times every week. As teenagers, there weren't many places we could go and drink beer and/or get stoned without worrying about getting busted. The La Mirada Drive-In was the perfect place to party.

The cost of real estate drove most of them out of business. I SO miss Drive-Ins.

Even if they weren't part of my teen years I wish they were and it's sad to see them go. There IS a bit of a revival in drive ins but they are a different type of experience now. "Gentrified" and expensive.

I've an idea that could make drive-ins viable for matinee movies. It's all about what the land can return as an investment, and I think I've got the answer.

My Parents took us to drive-in movies as kids and I remember seeing The Ten Commandments, The Planet of the Apes, and 2001: A Space Oddessy (sp) among other big movies there.

One vivid memory was my Dad buying Bon-Bons for us. Ice cream treats that we only ever got at the drive-in. Another thing was drive-in pizza. I know pizza is now a thing many use as a way to separate cool from uncool, but drive-in pizza when I was young was fucking trey delish.

Last time I visited there I noticed that they were still doing weekend swap meets to supplement movie revenue.

That was one of my OTHER favorite things: Going to the Swap Meet on weekends. Funny thing... when I was stationed in Florida in the Navy, I didn't know Flea Markets were the east coast equivalent to west coast Swap Meets, so I didn't bother going in the first year or two I lived there.

My very early twenties. I recall it was a double feature, that it was SFnal, that it used the car radio instead of the pole-speakers, and that it needed to start a couple hours later to have been comfortable to be outside -- it was in Phoenix metro and summer, so even starting at 8, it was still hot enough for sous vide outside.

I don't recall what it was, though, and not because I was busy in any meaningful way.

I do recall thinking that if I was going to make a habit of drive-ins, I needed a better car.

Annoyed others because I laughed through the whole movie. Very stoned I think.

I think the movie was Army of Darkness. Ah, the drive-in.

my folks took us (brother, sister, me) to the drive-in -- we had to go in our pajamas because we usually fell asleep during the first feature. All my parents had to do when we got home was pop us in our beds.

I went a few times as a teenager, but I don't recall going anytime after that.

I was in grad school, and my housemates and I packed lawn chairs and a picnic supper and went to see Barbarella, simply because it was too hot to cook at home or even stay in the un-air-conditioned house until late in the evening.

I watched "Molested" and "Private Duty Nurses" with a friend and his father as a very naive pre-teen. When I told my mother about those movies, she wasn't about to let me go to the next week's feature, "Satan's Cheerleaders"

No speaker, but you tuned to a specific radio station, so you had sound as good as your car sound system.

The usual deal at our local drive-in was one feature film, one "B" film, the latter usaully being pretty good from my memory...cult classics now.

Really though, the way most treated it, and the way we often did, was that it was a place to park and party. Sometimes state troopers would comb the area to give everybody a hard time: You could see their brimmed hats far away and you knew the fun was over. From what I noticed, and in me and my friends experience, they just made you pour your beer out on to the ground.

I really do miss those times.

Me and my friends were slugging down beers at the Groton, CT Drive-In watching the movie when they stopped the movie, turned on all the lights, and announced that all Navy personnel should leave the drive-in immediately and report to their submarines. So we left the movie, went to the barracks to change in to our uniforms, and reported aboard our boat semi-drunk to get underway to search for the USS Scorpion submarine that was just reported lost at sea.

That drive-in movie experience still sticks with me.

(Sacramento, CA), but I've never been there. It's a big 6-screen complex. I'd like to check it out sometime. It's only $5 per person on Tuesday nights. Last time I went to one was probably in the mid-80s.

I saw "The Blues Brothers" for the first of many, many times.

Yes, there are still drive-ins. There's one about 15 miles from where I live. Two screens. Never been to it.

1992? Took a hottie to go see Jurrasic Park. Cops came and hassled us because the truck was bouncing up and down during intermission. Asshole cops.

in the Clinton administration. I saw "Dave" -- Kevin Kline and Sigourney Weaver. A very funny movie.

I know we went there some time in the 80s or 90s.
There's also one near Gettysburg, PA, last time we drove by.

Dillinger was the flick

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the sound was crappy and I think we ended up outside the cars. The food was better than what we got as teens though.

The last drive-in I am aware of in my state closed last fall to make way for a new WalMart.

In the 60s went to a few, they were a lot of fun.

Now I guess they pipe the sound in through the radio and not those awful speakers that if you forgot they could be ripped out

so closing in on 30 years ago.
Big high school where the old drive in was.

There are still one or two around here though.

I saw Batman. We have a local Drive-in.

The movie sucked, it was one of the Naked Gun sequels. The second feature was some schlock called Dead Again.

It was one of the few early attempts at visitation with my father. My father got pissed off because D and I were more interested in the people having sex in the car next to us...but not pissed enough to do what we really wanted which was leave. At the same time, Crash, all of 4 or 5, peed himself because my father wouldn't take him to the bathroom...then because he peed himself, made him sit in it which meant I had to sit next to a pee-pants Crash in the cramped back seat of a restored Chevy 1970's POS on vinyl seats for 3 hours watching a terrible movie through the back of the fat oaf's head, trying to half not watch unattractive strangers fuck 3 feet away and share cold popcorn and back-washed Sprite with the world's worst sibling growing up, my brother D. (I love my brother but he had a chip on his shoulder from the day Crash was born until the day I told him that he could be the oldest if he really wanted to. We're just short of being "Irish twins" anyways.) He used to lick his fingers before taking a handful of popcorn purely to be an ass, the backwash was intentional and had popcorn in it.

Then I had to sleep in a sleeping bag in a gaudy basement sharing a room with a sadistic 12 year old and still urine-scented 5 year old.

I think I cheered when the drive-in burnt down the next year.

As for me, I remember my Mom making popcorn and putting it in a big grocery sack after rolling the top down about half-way. My Dad out washing the windshield of the car before we left. Then the Bon-Bons and the pizza. I can't say I have a single bad drive-in memory. Being awakened by Mom and Dad when we got back home because my Sister and I had fallen asleep during the feature movie.

As a teenager, as someone stated above, the drive-in was a place to park and party.

As a parent, I remember doing the same exact thing with my child as my Parents did with me.

Again, sorry to have dredged up such bad shit. That was a really downer story. I can only hope things got better after that in some way...

My childhood is a never-ending font of comedic gold (Edit: and writing inspiration.) Bitter cynical comedic gold.

It may have been fucked-up but it was my fucked-up childhood. Kind of like Running with Scissors by Augustin Burroughs, just with less gay sex.

I was laughing as I wrote out that whole thing. It was truly a comedy of absurd misery. If I can't laugh at my own misfortune, what can I laugh at?

there's one here in town and i was able to talk my husband into taking me

I think it was a double feature - "The Warriors" and ""Nice Dreams"...

Took us three hours to drive home 30 miles in the fog - both inside and outside the car...

It was fun to go.

I remember going to by popcorn and a drink by myself at a young age.

People would be afraid now.

in the early 70s. Maybe 1972.

I saw "Frogs".

A very young Sam Elliot was totally worth having to suffer through the inanity of the movie.

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