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sitting 'unrestrained' in the boot of an estate car. Possibly with a sibling or maybe a friend as you're 8 up on the way to football with your mates. (aged 7)
For the full nostalgia, sitting in the boot of a Cortina 1600 Estate, whilst your Uncle is hell bent on taking the hump back bridge at speed. The feeling of weightlessness followed by what feels like a broken neck as your head hits the roof and your cousin nearly falls out of the back window
For the full nostalgia, sitting in the boot of a Cortina 1600 Estate, whilst your Uncle is hell bent on taking the hump back bridge at speed. The feeling of weightlessness followed by what feels like a broken neck as your head hits the roof and your cousin nearly falls out of the back window
Dynion Araf Uchaf said:
sitting 'unrestrained' in the boot of an estate car. Possibly with a sibling or maybe a friend as you're 8 up on the way to football with your mates. (aged 7)
For the full nostalgia, sitting in the boot of a Cortina 1600 Estate, whilst your Uncle is hell bent on taking the hump back bridge at speed. The feeling of weightlessness followed by what feels like a broken neck as your head hits the roof and your cousin nearly falls out of the back window
Six kids, plus driver (teacher) in a Fiat 126 to get to a football match, playing another primary school 8 miles away. Bonkers.For the full nostalgia, sitting in the boot of a Cortina 1600 Estate, whilst your Uncle is hell bent on taking the hump back bridge at speed. The feeling of weightlessness followed by what feels like a broken neck as your head hits the roof and your cousin nearly falls out of the back window
Saleen836 said:
Pflanzgarten said:
EmailAddress said:
The glossy-eyed joy of being chosen, as you drove into a carpark by an exitee. Given the window-wind signal and handed the slip of precious ticket: That's got an hour and a half left on it mate. Nodding with exalted thanks at the saving of a whole English pound. The camaraderie. Sticking it to the carpark-man.
Over to you...
I still do that.Over to you...
JMGS4 said:
When the coal men came, humping coal in sacks from their lorry, through the garden and onto our pile...
used to be 7 tons of coke
That’s a serious amount of coke! I thought it was a new thing disguising coke as coal used to be 7 tons of coke
https://news.sky.com/story/cocaine-haul-disguised-...
beagrizzly said:
Dynion Araf Uchaf said:
sitting 'unrestrained' in the boot of an estate car. Possibly with a sibling or maybe a friend as you're 8 up on the way to football with your mates. (aged 7)
For the full nostalgia, sitting in the boot of a Cortina 1600 Estate, whilst your Uncle is hell bent on taking the hump back bridge at speed. The feeling of weightlessness followed by what feels like a broken neck as your head hits the roof and your cousin nearly falls out of the back window
Six kids, plus driver (teacher) in a Fiat 126 to get to a football match, playing another primary school 8 miles away. Bonkers.For the full nostalgia, sitting in the boot of a Cortina 1600 Estate, whilst your Uncle is hell bent on taking the hump back bridge at speed. The feeling of weightlessness followed by what feels like a broken neck as your head hits the roof and your cousin nearly falls out of the back window
Dynion Araf Uchaf said:
sitting 'unrestrained' in the boot of an estate car. Possibly with a sibling or maybe a friend as you're 8 up on the way to football with your mates. (aged 7)
For the full nostalgia, sitting in the boot of a Cortina 1600 Estate, whilst your Uncle is hell bent on taking the hump back bridge at speed. The feeling of weightlessness followed by what feels like a broken neck as your head hits the roof and your cousin nearly falls out of the back window
That was a daily occurance for me going to and from primary school. Lots of kids packed into a dark blue mk3 Cortina estate, probably around 1976/7.For the full nostalgia, sitting in the boot of a Cortina 1600 Estate, whilst your Uncle is hell bent on taking the hump back bridge at speed. The feeling of weightlessness followed by what feels like a broken neck as your head hits the roof and your cousin nearly falls out of the back window
One day waiting for the lift a suped up black Ford Pop pulled up to a junction then executed a perfect rolling burnout accross the road. I think thats where my love of hot rods came from.
Milkyway said:
Getting on a bus & somebody collecting your money... miss the whir & click of the ticket machine.
A lot of nostalgia with buses!Liveries. Advertisement wraps.
Unique identifier code linked to the pre-September 2001 style VRN.
Drivers opening the doors at the approach to T junctions to get a better view (and being able to drive with doors open - I think they're connected to the throttle now).
The loud hiss or whoosh noise of the bus doors opening/closing.
Knowing what bus was in the vicinity just by the sound - each type/make/model etc of bus was distinctive.
Semi-automatic Leyland Atlanteans and the roaring sounds of those.
The smell of boarding an old double decker and cigarette smoke when the driver has had a quick burn during his break.
Geek alert: the musical drone of an MCW Metrobus Gardner engine and Voith gearbox, and the whistle and 80s whirring sounds of the brakes and retarder.
Era-typical moquettes.
The sound of the ticket machine printing and dispensing a long paper strip and the advert on the back. I remember when the American Pie film came out and they actually had a scratch and sniff bus ticket with the words 'Get a whiff of this'.
Bus bell strips on the ceiling of the upper deck.
The driver's periscope glass and concave mirror - top RHS of the upper deck.
One thing that hasn't changed with buses where I live: drivers closing the doors when they see someone is inches away. Or refusing to reopen the doors and pretending that the person frantically banging on it in the pouring rain does not exist.
On the other hand, nowadays the drivers do tend to give zero hoots about anyone near the kerb and will glady use the bus as a battering ram.
Lots of fun memories being triggered, loving this thread.
Anyone remember burnin' key cars?
I was a huge fan of the MASK cartoon. There was one cartoon I can't remember the name of. They all wore these jumpsuits and depending on the mission, accessories would load onto them. Was cool as hell.
Anyone remember burnin' key cars?
I was a huge fan of the MASK cartoon. There was one cartoon I can't remember the name of. They all wore these jumpsuits and depending on the mission, accessories would load onto them. Was cool as hell.
captain.scarlet said:
Milkyway said:
Getting on a bus & somebody collecting your money... miss the whir & click of the ticket machine.
A lot of nostalgia with buses!Liveries. Advertisement wraps.
Unique identifier code linked to the pre-September 2001 style VRN.
Drivers opening the doors at the approach to T junctions to get a better view (and being able to drive with doors open - I think they're connected to the throttle now).
The loud hiss or whoosh noise of the bus doors opening/closing.
Knowing what bus was in the vicinity just by the sound - each type/make/model etc of bus was distinctive.
Semi-automatic Leyland Atlanteans and the roaring sounds of those.
The smell of boarding an old double decker and cigarette smoke when the driver has had a quick burn during his break.
Geek alert: the musical drone of an MCW Metrobus Gardner engine and Voith gearbox, and the whistle and 80s whirring sounds of the brakes and retarder.
Era-typical moquettes.
The sound of the ticket machine printing and dispensing a long paper strip and the advert on the back. I remember when the American Pie film came out and they actually had a scratch and sniff bus ticket with the words 'Get a whiff of this'.
Bus bell strips on the ceiling of the upper deck.
The driver's periscope glass and concave mirror - top RHS of the upper deck.
One thing that hasn't changed with buses where I live: drivers closing the doors when they see someone is inches away. Or refusing to reopen the doors and pretending that the person frantically banging on it in the pouring rain does not exist.
On the other hand, nowadays the drivers do tend to give zero hoots about anyone near the kerb and will glady use the bus as a battering ram.
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