Lindsay, you bring back memories for me of Chimpanzee Tea Parties at Wellington Zoo and primary school in the 1950'S, when once a fortnight the AA Officer would give the class road safety lessons. Mr Ball was his name. He was always immaculately groomed and dressed in the very smart uniform of the day, tones of olive green and browns topped off with a peaked military style officers cap. He would inspect our bikes and give us a sticker if they past the test. Most bikes were an amalgam of bits and pieces of junk scavenged from the local rubbish tip by our dads.I took the chain guard of mine to make it look more racey. I got told off and didn't get a sticker that day. Rich kids had Raleigh 20's, some had saddle bags and mud flaps. I lusted after an aerial with a small triangular flag.
I lived in Petone and our local cop, Constable O'Reilly, pedaled an official police bicycle with a sign which said "POLICE", the bike was black. He was a very tall Irishman of generous proportions, I remember one day seeing him pedaling furiously down Jackson Street and he was red in the face from blowing his whistle as he gave chase to some villain. Dad said he was red in the face from spending to much time propping up the bar at the Petone Workingman's Club.
Living with my own impairments, I remember a local chap who suffered from dwarfism. He drove an old Prefect and in the days before automatic transmissions, it had blocks on the peddles so he could change gear. He drove normal and no one would ever have know anything was amiss, if it hadn't been for the sign on his rear bumper which proclaimed "DANGER, DISABLED DRIVER." The good old days.
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Lindsay Mitchell has been researching and commenting on welfare since 2001. Many of her articles have been published in mainstream media and she has appeared on radio,tv and before select committees discussing issues relating to welfare. Lindsay is also an artist who works under commission and exhibits at Wellington, New Zealand, galleries.
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Lindsay, you bring back memories for me of Chimpanzee Tea Parties at Wellington Zoo and primary school in the 1950'S, when once a fortnight the AA Officer would give the class road safety lessons. Mr Ball was his name. He was always immaculately groomed and dressed in the very smart uniform of the day, tones of olive green and browns topped off with a peaked military style officers cap. He would inspect our bikes and give us a sticker if they past the test. Most bikes were an amalgam of bits and pieces of junk scavenged from the local rubbish tip by our dads.I took the chain guard of mine to make it look more racey. I got told off and didn't get a sticker that day. Rich kids had Raleigh 20's, some had saddle bags and mud flaps. I lusted after an aerial with a small triangular flag.
I lived in Petone and our local cop, Constable O'Reilly, pedaled an official police bicycle with a sign which said "POLICE", the bike was black. He was a very tall Irishman of generous proportions, I remember one day seeing him pedaling furiously down Jackson Street and he was red in the face from blowing his whistle as he gave chase to some villain. Dad said he was red in the face from spending to much time propping up the bar at the Petone Workingman's Club.
Living with my own impairments, I remember a local chap who suffered from dwarfism. He drove an old Prefect and in the days before automatic transmissions, it had blocks on the peddles so he could change gear. He drove normal and no one would ever have know anything was amiss, if it hadn't been for the sign on his rear bumper which proclaimed "DANGER, DISABLED DRIVER." The good old days.
The officer on the right could certainly use the exercise.
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