Thursday was brown i think,we had a falcon and prefect so had different days,the falcon was thursday as we used the car to tow horses to races and thursday and sundays were not race days,sunday was blue?
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Thursday was brown i think,we had a falcon and prefect so had different days,the falcon was thursday as we used the car to tow horses to races and thursday and sundays were not race days,sunday was blue?
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Don't steal the government hates competition.
Deus ex ukulele
It's like nearly 30 years ago since Car-less Days.Originally Posted by crashe
National Archives, Alexander Turnbull's ephemera collection and LTNZ have all turned up blanks. Tomorrow, Southwards!
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
'tart tourmenter
A friend had a bus business so we just mounted a bus fuel tank in the boot & went wherever with overload springs on the rear.
Suck, Squeeze, Bang, Blow arent just the 4 cycles of an engine
Que?
What about TVNZ archives & M.O.T.A.T?
Deus ex ukulele
Hadn't thought of TVNZ, thanks. Did they have colour TV back then?
And we're already onto MOTAT.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
Look Ma, no hands hehehe
Yep TVNZ did some news items on it...
They still have TV footage of it....... as it was only recently within the last year or so that they did a wee clip on it.... when the price of fuel kept going up.
As they thought the price may reach the $2 a litre for fuel and they joked about doing the carless day again. They showed old footage.
So they do have it there, maybe out in the backrooms in the arch-hives.
Hardcore Biker
And I asked my mother in law, she didn't know. Would have thought she would, she knows everything else!
The instructions are simple...
Sure did. If memory serves, colour was around circa 1973. Carless days and no weekend petrol were in force when my eldest was born - 1980
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
Loud and Uncouth
Only the rich bastards!
Had a look at a lot of my hot-rod pics and magazines - I can see the colours but so far none of the pics I looked at were close enpough to see what day of the week they have on them. Will keep looking.
Winding up drongos, foil hat wearers and over sensitive KBers for over 14,000 posts...........
" Life is not a rehearsal, it's as happy or miserable as you want to make it"
The Loose Goose
I'll ask Andy when he gets home - he is great on odd bits of information like this! My dad was a sales rep and needed the car during the week, so we had to be carless on Sundays... Mind you, in those days, supermarkets, etc weren't open all hours so it's not like you did much on the weekends anyway! I can't remember the colour though.
Yes, I am pedantic about spelling and grammar so get used to it!
parting of the sensory
Croiky! (Golly!) [Gosh] This brings back memories, of one of the most eventful weeks of my life.
I don't remember much at all about "The Oil Crisis" and all that, but I do remember I went on a skiiiing holiday in the Souf Oilund during Carlos Daze, and when my mate met us in Picton he goes, "Ahh... what's the story with this carless days thing? I guess I shouldn't be driving on Thursdays, right? I wasn't sure, so I just keep to the back roads on Thursdays..."
A quick beer at the pub (during which we were charged an extra $5 by the barman coz my mate knocked over his empty glass), and we hit the road.
This was the weekend, and so the gas stations were closed. We'd just arrived after 14 hours of (sleepless) bus and ferry travel, and I distinctly remember driving the Kingswood wagon at 70 km/h to save petrol, on some boring road (I think north of Twizel), trying to stay awake while the vifferbabe and my mate were snoring.
Thursday found us in Dunedin, where we drove regardless (we were on a ski/touring holiday, right?!? and we HAD to go the movies), but just sneaked around back roads. Cops were few and far between then, so it was no biggie.
[A fortnight or so of lots of eventful stuff, skiing, drinking, seeing the sights, etc... on our first trip to the Souf Oilund]
The return trip was on a Friday, so we left Haast at some ungodly hour, well before dawn, and alternated driving like the clappers (75 mph or more) with trying to squeeze in the odd tourist stop, all the while keeping in mind we had to get to Picton before the gas stations closed, so he could fill the Kingswood (and several leaky cans) up with gas. (At times during our trip we'd had to drive with the windows down, due to the aforementioned cans, so we didn't expire or explode from the petrol fumes.)
We made it in time (just) and It Was a Dark and Stormy Night. Apparently, the ferries and airports had been closed for a while, coz of extremely shit weather, and we (luckily) caught the first ferry to sail. It was a dreadful trip, and apparently, after we'd set off, the captain had decided it was a mistake, but pressed on regardless. There was much crashing and bashing, crockery smashing in the cafeteria, and much spewing by the passengers (but not us - we were shagged, so just slept fitfully on couches).
We arrived in Wellington at some ungodly hour (it was a very slow crossing), and had no idea where to go next, so we flagged down a taxi, who drove us around for ages, looking for some cheapish accommodation (we were uni students) that was open. Luckily, his meter broke, so he charged us only what was on the meter, just a few shekels. We found a cheap private hotel at about 2:30 AM, and gratefully hit the sack.
At 6:45 AM, I was wide awake again, and after a cooked breakfast we headed to the airport. Strangely, despite the airports having been closed (and like the ferries, backlogged), and us attempting to fly standby (and being told we'd have no show), we got on the first plane to Rotorua.
When we arrived in Rotorua, on the morning of August 25th 1979, my younger sister's birthday, I rang home for someone to pick us up, and found out my father had died at 6:45AM....
... and that's what I think.
Or summat.
Or maybe not...
Dunno really....
Weekend cruiser
I think Tuesdays were blue. I tell you what, I'll check when I get home as my Commer van still has one.
Deus ex ukulele
A real bugger is that 30 years ago, newspapers were printed in black and white. Recreating artwork is a doddle, but the colours of these things is proving highly elusive, thanks to people's fast-fading memories 30 years on!
So far the only one we can validate is Thursday. We need six more colours (for the other days of the week) and also the colour for the exempt sticker.
What we probably need is the New Zealand equivalent of Jeremy Clarkson with an encyclopaedic knowledge of automotive ephemera like this.
Where are the train spotters when you really need one?
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
Hardcore Biker
Just a thought, have you thought about taking a wander through a few wreckers yards?
FUN LOVIN CRIMINAL
I remember the red & blue pastel coloured stickers from then, the old man had them on his work cars (he was self employed running a driving school).
Colour TV came in in 1974 for the common wealth games
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