You know you're nearing 50 in Adelaide, when you remember...

[Pseudo]

My grandparents lived at Gawler, remember catching Tram from Glenelg to City, jumping on train to Gawler, used to cost 0.20c for the complete journey.

Back in those days of yore, you'd also have needed a 99B beeline bus.

[Lightning McQueen]

My grandparents lived at Gawler, remember catching Tram from Glenelg to City, jumping on train to Gawler, used to cost 0.20c for the complete journey.

With the paper ticket.

[Pseudo]

My grandparents lived at Gawler, remember catching Tram from Glenelg to City, jumping on train to Gawler, used to cost 0.20c for the complete journey.

With the paper ticket.

... with a pithy platitude written on the back. I had a girlfriend who used to collect the tickets for those one-liners.

Heck, I'm old enough to remember the cardboard tickets...

[Brodlach]

I reckon the first bus I took or school was on an orange paper ticket and it was 2 cents

[DOC]

Those tickets had platitudes on the back from "LEAL Stationers".

[Lightning McQueen]

I reckon the first bus I took or school was on an orange paper ticket and it was 2 cents

Conductor or bus driver used to punch a hole in it.

[Dutchy]

My grandparents lived at Gawler, remember catching Tram from Glenelg to City, jumping on train to Gawler, used to cost 0.20c for the complete journey.

Back in those days of yore, you'd also have needed a 99B beeline bus.

Ah yes now I had forgotten about the old beeline!

Always used to get the rebel on a hot day who would leave the door open on the Red Hen Train and dangle the legs out.

[Lightning McQueen]

Ah yes now I had forgotten about the old beeline!

Always used to get the rebel on a hot day who would leave the door open on the Red Hen Train and dangle the legs out.

While puffing on a durry. I always loved the smell of the Red Hen when the door was open for some reason.

[Brodlach]

The red faux leather seats when it was hot you would stick to them

[PatowalongaPirate]

Back yard incinerators.

[am Bays]

I always loved the smell of the Red Hen when the door was open for some reason.

me too, you can watch some clips of on Youtube of old Red Hens train journeys, you can almost smell the diesel and metal on metal aroma of it.

[Lightning McQueen]

I always loved the smell of the Red Hen when the door was open for some reason.

me too, you can watch some clips of on Youtube of old Red Hens train journeys, you can almost smell the diesel and metal on metal aroma of it.

How true.

[Booney]

Back yard incinerators.

Besser blocks, angle iron, fire.

Sunday afternoon was burn off day. The old man would have butchered a chook in the morning, bled it and plucked* it ready for dinner Sunday night. While Mum was prepping the chook we'd get the incinerator loaded and when tea was finished the scrap went in on top as the final piece of the flaming puzzle and up she'd go. The smell of several days of household waste bellowing into the sky. Mum never washed on Sundays.

[Brodlach]

Those were the days

[woodublieve12]

My grandparents lived at Gawler, remember catching Tram from Glenelg to City, jumping on train to Gawler, used to cost 0.20c for the complete journey.

i remember catching the red hen train to gawler too. My grandparents run the south gawler pub there for some time... I was only little but i have some fond memories of that

[Brodlach]

Putting coins on the track so they got flattened

[Lightning McQueen]

Putting coins on the track so they got flattened

Criminal.

[Lightning McQueen]

Those were the days

My friend, we thought they'd never end.

[Brodlach]

Putting coins on the track so they got flattened

Criminal.

They were smooth

[Dutchy]

Back yard incinerators.

and rolling up newspaper like a durry, setting the end alight and smoking it, only to inhale way too much dirty smoke and spend the next 48 hours regretting it.