A Life In Cars

The life story of Dickie Sutherland

1963

Trundling in the 60s

Friday night in the City.

Roger set the scene, introducing me to the evening activity that offered an opportunity to see other friends out driving in the city, not to mention the prime activity of meeting girls.  Trundling was the one activity for Saturday night if there was nothing else on offer.

Roger in his “FJ” (FX) photo of Rundle Street at night, taken in the 1960s.  The crowded footpath with two-way traffic bumper to bumper, as far as the eye can see.

Trundling offered an opportunity to see other friends when out driving in the city and to check out their cars.  Not to mention it was the perfect activity for meeting girls, at this time.  If there was nothing else on offer on a Saturday night, Trundleing was the one activity we would also do.
 
Many memorable nights!
 
A bus Para Hills
Firstly, the night was a night Trundleing with myself, Tony and Phill, in his Vauxhall. We pulled up outside Parliament House and started chatting with three girls standing at the bus stop. Although we offered them a ride home, there wasn’t really much spark.  When all of a sudden, the bus came and they started heading on board.  Oops!
 
“Here’s our bus,” they said.  So naturally, Tony and I got onto the bus with the girls to continue the conversation.  Sitting back in the car, Phill got the gist of things and began following; all the way out to Para Hills.  At that time, Para Hills was a new, developing suburb on the fringe of the northern suburbs.
 
Another trip to Para Hills
The second trip, there was a night I was driving Tony’s Riley, with Tony and Phill.  This time, we managed to pick up three girls with the offer of a ride home.
 
wouldn’t you know it the house was in Para Hills.  As we were driving along, I glanced in the rear-view mirror and noticed the girl squashed in the middle of the backseat, looked very familiar.  Soon enough we worked out she was the sister of one of the girls Ralston and I had met a week before, I was amazed at the connection. Oh, yes, we dropped the girls off at the Bus terminal and headed back to town.

The 20’s Cadillac Limousine
One night we spotted a late 1920s Cadillac limousine.  A model similar to the one Al Capone used in his day.  This one was in superb, original condition.  The two lads riding in the limo, were out and about, ready for a night of Trundleling, when we met them at the Burger King, on Anzac Highway. 
Burger King, on Anzac Highway, the first drive Burger place in Adelaide
How Cool, ‘A’

Phill, Tony and I, asked the lads for a ride; and they gladly obliged!

We were driven to the city and down Rundle Street for a few laps of the Rundle Street ‘Trundle.’  We were riding in style.

On one run down Rundle Street, we cruised passes a couple of older lads (in their mid to late twenties) that we had befriended earlier in the night.   They were walking up and down Rundle Street, which was the place to hang out and be seen at the time.  Riding in the limo, we leaned out the window and gave them a wave and a holler. In response, they acknowledged our super-cool ride.

After being chauffeured back to Burger King, we fired up Phill’s Vauxhall and headed back into town.  Once again, we came across the two older lads, who were still strolling up and down Rundle Street, trying their luck. To their surprise and amusement this time, we gave them a wave from our usual vehicle.

How to pick up girls

One night cursing around and around like usual.  Tony was in the front passenger’s seat and we pull-up next to two girls in Grenfell Street.

Tony, leaned out the window while they are trying desperately to ignore us, and said, “How?!”

“How, what…?!” One of the girls said, while still looking straight ahead, as in to continue to snub us.  Tony rolled back into the car, without any real satisfaction.

“How, what does that even mean?” I asked.

Well, said Tony.  If I say ‘how’ and the girls responded with ‘easy,’ then I know there was a chance they might talk to us.

How? Not so easy that night.

1000 Miles Trundling

Another acquaintance of the time, David, borrowed his Dad’s FE Holden to go Trundling on Saturday night.

Well, the story goes (as retold by best mate Darryl) the FE had just completed its regular one-thousand-mile service that morning.  After dinner on the same night, David set off up to town to go Trundling. He literally drove the night away and arrived back home early on Sunday morning.

David had done another thousand miles of Trundeling overnight, enough for its next 1000-mile service.  David had managed in one night, more miles than his Dad had struggled in a month.  Thanks, Dad!

Back in the 60s, Our Theme song playing on the radio of that time

Summer in the City by the Lovin Spoonful

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Cool town, evening in the city
Dressing so fine and looking so pretty
Cool cat, looking for a kitty
Gonna look in every corner of the city
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it’ll be alright

And babe, don’t you know it’s a pity
That the days can’t be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city
The word that we remember of that time.

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