Those were the days

[Mom]

A couple of comments in another thread got me thinking.

Rode from Auckland to New Plymouth a couple of decades ago in similar conditions half the way and got there relatively dry. The old PVC Line7 gear was great in winter.

Those where the days, remember crossing the rimutakas in the snow in my flash Line 7 suit on the old XL100

I nursed back in the days of the shoe and sticking allowance, when nurses wore caps and capes. One afternoon after work I went to my boyfriends house, it was absolutely chucking it down. I put my trusty Line 7 suit on and hit the road. Now I worked at Greenland Hospital and was heading out to Howick. When I got to his place I took off my suit, I was bone dry but sadly my shoes were not. My lovely white nurses shoes were some sort of road sploodge grey and very sorry looking.

I put them in the hot water cupboard to dry out. Once they were dry I attempted to clean them. No way, but no way were they going to ever be white again and I had to go to work. So, I painted them with white house paint Those were the days

[nodrog:Me]

.....I nursed back in the days ... when nurses wore caps and capes.....

pics please!

(did you also have a big S on your chest?)

[Genie]

I remember my mother with her lovely white funny shaped nursing cap with a red cross on it (I think) and a lovely red cape. She was truely a beautiful sight with her black hair. And she used to have some pins on her uniform regarding her position and the ever so sexy epulets (spelling).....toothpaste was used often to clean her white shoes...yes those days when 10cents bought you so much from the dairy.....and family picnics were so much fun

[Headbanger]

Life before video games was shite.

[madbikeboy]

I recall when kids were allowed to do shit, and it was fun. Now there would be an investigation and some handwringing with the stuff we got up to. I recall blasting around the streets on a collection of badly built mx bikes before they coined the term motocross and a Husqvarna was actually cool. I remember Fat Albert and keeping cool after school. I recall when coke was something you drank, and not something you inhaled. I recall when people thought a 2 litre of coke was expensive, and no one in their right mind would shell out cash for water. I recall my Hillman Avenger, which had rostyles and twin carbs, and I recall how cramped having sex in the backseat was. I recall our community constable being a scary guy, and him yelling at me about pulling wheelstands on the main road. I remember working bar jobs for $7 an hour; and that was good money in that day. I recall blasting along the northern motorway on a ZZR1100 thinking I was going to go back in time, it was so fast. I recall when hitting on 16 year chicks was actually okay, because I was 16. Life wasn't cynical, I didn't think that women were after my money (because I had none), and cheating was what you did when playing cards for a giggle, not what happens now.

Life was simpler, better. Should I remove the rose tints?

[Eyegasm]

I remember Double Happys, Skyrockets, Riding my bike (Pushbike) without a helmet

ahh those were the days when kids could be kids.

Elastic, "Y'' Shaped stick and a few stones were enough to create a weekend of carnage.

And I am not even that old, not even 30.

But, I do love modern technology to bits!!!

[Swoop]

When in JB-HiFi on Saturday, I spied a boxed set of Captain Scarlet episodes... The whole lot for $20-

The poxy NZBC never broadcast the lot, or at a time when it was watchable. Roll on a rainy weekend, as the dvd player is getting a hammering!

Line7 gear! Awsome stuff.

[Motu]

Uniforms,they add authority...everyone respected nurses back then.We had an ex nurse as an office lady once - she ran our workshop like a ward,she stormed around at a brisk pace and demanded our job cards to be filled out correctly....with perfect spelling and punctuation.

One place we were given new work boots (Union Rules),and the service manager was shocked to see me painting mine black with a spray can.I told him you won't see me wearing fucking brown boots!

[Ratti]

I was a farm kid and I remember home made wooden stilts, eeling in the drains, building huts in the hay barn and walking to the gate to catch the school bus in bare feet-on big farm track gravel on a frosty morning. O and the wonderful smell of a freshly opened silage pit. Why does no one else like that smell? I love it when I catch a whiff when Im out riding, takes me back that does!
And standing on the horses back so I could reach the gum emperor moth caterpillars in the tree.
And swiping one of mum's preserving jars to put tadpoles into

[Bender]

I recall when kids were allowed to do shit, and it was fun. Now there would be an investigation and some handwringing with the stuff we got up to.

I remember when we used to sneak into the lab storeroom at lunchtime to use the big bunsen burners to toast our sandwichs (Papatoetoe High School). There was a bottle of mercury in there and we used to pour it onto the floor to see it "disappear." Now they'd evacuate the entire area for the clean up. And I'm only slightly looney as a result - the dental nurses used to give us mercury in the little plastic drill boxes to play with too.

Different times, for sure. I also had Line 7 gear - it was the only stuff that didn't leak.

[Mom]

I remember taking a weekend away from the children, a very rare event when you have 3 kids under 5 and something rather special when you can swing it. The occasion - Paeroa Battle of the Streets, well what can I say. The forecast was pants on the Saturday, but we went anyway, was dry when we left home Me in my leather jacket, and plastic pants Open face helmet (black of course) scarf and shades, my docs and gloves. Harley pillions are renound for looking tres cool afteral Anyway, we got about 5 mins from home and the heavens opened. Not only did they open but I reckon some bastard opened the flood gates because the amount of water that came out of the sky had to be seen to be believed. I could not breathe properly, even breathing through the scarf felt like I was drowning, the tell tale running water was in my boots and my gloves and my jacket in short order, I was not even thinking pants.

The only thing going for us was it was not cold, and what the hell can you do but laugh in situations like that. We arrived at our friends house in Paeroa and he came to the door and just stood there laughing at us, had to tip the water out of gloves and boots etc. What made things even more challenging...

The ventura pack leaked like a bitch and all our "spare" clothes were wet too We ended up driving over to my Moms place in Thames and drying out our spares there

The next day was lovely and sunny as it has been every year I have attended.

[SPman]

Feeding out hay from the tractor...tractor in first gear and idling...leap off the seat on to the tray and feed out all the bales on the back while tractor idled around paddock, then scramble up back into seat and race through the gearbox, double declutching and low-high splitting, furiously, back to hayshed to get some more hay.......
Tractor wheelies up hill with a load on the tray on the back and vigorous clutch use.......

As a 12 year old!

Safety nazis would have a fit, these days.........

The next day was lovely and sunny as it has been every year I have attended.

Just how does that work.....do they do virgin sacrifices to the weather gods.......

[Laava]

Give this a listen, it is funnier than ever!

[peasea]

pics please!

(did you also have a big S on your chest?)

I reckon, Florence Mom, (or is it Mom Nightingale?) gotta see that.

[peasea]

I recall when kids were allowed to do shit, and it was fun. Now there would be an investigation and some handwringing with the stuff we got up to. I recall blasting around the streets on a collection of badly built mx bikes before they coined the term motocross and a Husqvarna was actually cool. I remember Fat Albert and keeping cool after school. I recall when coke was something you drank, and not something you inhaled. I recall when people thought a 2 litre of coke was expensive, and no one in their right mind would shell out cash for water. I recall my Hillman Avenger, which had rostyles and twin carbs, and I recall how cramped having sex in the backseat was. I recall our community constable being a scary guy, and him yelling at me about pulling wheelstands on the main road. I remember working bar jobs for $7 an hour; and that was good money in that day. I recall blasting along the northern motorway on a ZZR1100 thinking I was going to go back in time, it was so fast. I recall when hitting on 16 year chicks was actually okay, because I was 16. Life wasn't cynical, I didn't think that women were after my money (because I had none), and cheating was what you did when playing cards for a giggle, not what happens now.

Life was simpler, better. Should I remove the rose tints?

I do believe we were all warned not to take the brown acid, didn't you listen?