Many say that it hardly ever rained when you were a child. The truth is that it rained just as much, but it is the sunny days that stuck in the memory.

Public carriages in rainy weather bring back many memories. In the "old days" people didn't have big SUVs. They went on a road trip in public transport. Exotic trips to Valdres and Telemark. The largest luggage was safely placed on the roof rack. It rained almost every day, so the tent and bags on the roof were wrapped in plastic. Everything was held tightly in place by a so-called "octopus", - an eight-armed rubber band with metal hooks at the ends. After a few miles on the road, the plastic always started to flutter - Short, frequent "flap-flap-flap". The triangular windows were in the ventilation position. Mother had just left the window open because she had lit her third cigarette. In the back seat, all the children sat unsecured, shrouded in cigarette smoke and the smell of petrol, together with a wet dog. The entertainment was making lines with your finger in the fog on the side windows.

Because it always rained

I took the liberty of taking some photos of nostalgic folk wagons last Saturday. The small car encounter was announced on social media in Veteran VW Club for people who were on their way home after the car crash at Espa earlier in the day. The place was Nebbenes kro in the northbound run of the E6. As I approached Nebbenes, the gates of heaven opened. It was not possible to stay outdoors. Everyone had probably sought shelter indoors at the inn, or left.

Public carriages in rainy weather bring back good memories

As I moved on, I hoped that all the old folk wagons would stay dry in the rain. Maybe everyone got a hangover on the way south? Because the terrible rainy weather followed me all the way home. When I came in the door, my wife said, “How strange! It started raining just a few minutes before you got home…”

It is often said that you bring the weather with you.

Good summer!

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