You know you're getting old when ...

[jimbur]

You know you must be young when nothing you old farts have said makes any sense whatsoever ;-)

It's always the same, you're mumbling again.
Cheers,
Jim

[cultana]

I can't imagine what it is like not to be able imagine a world without SMS mms HTML CSS DVD bluray mp3 broadband terabyte hdd, gigabytes of ram, even in my short 37 years so much has changed. My sons future is going to be different indeed.

Now that is scary stuff..

When I was younger, many blue moons ago, I remember my grandmother telling me that they use to get a coach at Willunga/Mclaren Vale and travel to Adelaide. They changed horses at the old Flagstaff Hotel at the bottom of Tapleys Hill. It use to take them a day to make the one way journey. Now it takes a couple of hours. She saw and went through the changes from horses to motor vehicles and landing men on the moon. She thought that was a huge transformation in any lifetime.

Now we, the more mature generation, seem to be going through a similar process and just as radical in change. Though it is now more a case of gadgets and gizmos.

[elderly]

I remember back in England when the lamplighter used to come around morning and night to light and put out the gas street lights and the mills employed knocker ups who went around the streets knocking on the bedroom widows of their employees to make sure they were not late for work.

[nine fingers]

Do'es anyone remember when cars didn't use petrol? Dads 37 Chev had a gas producer fitted, fired up with coke to produce hydrogen gas, I remember stopping on the side of a road to empty the ashes and then refuel it.
Early fourties , as petrol was rationed during the war. NF.

[dakotax3]

That's it fer me. You old pharts have got it in spades over me.......

......Bows & retreats respectfully away.

[A Duke]

Was that with the burner on the back bumper and the blabber of gas on the roof?
My Daddy managed to run his 1936 Plymouth on his petrol ration.
At that stage I used to sit on the left hand back arm rest with my arm through the grab strap. When ever I come across one of those models at an old car show I am filled with wonder that all 1.880M and 120KG of me was ever that small and at these namby pamby kids of today that have to have special capsules.

[Chesand]

Was that with the burner on the back bumper and the blabber of gas on the roof?

I can vaguely remember one being on the LHS running board but don't recall any bladder for gas.