So being on the maroon line of mightiness has its perks, and catching a lift home on something familiar is one of them. I still can't believe it has been over two years now since we let go of the A stock.
I can't describe the smell of nostalgia. But if you can just imagine the warm and familiar smell of brake dust, coupled with the musty odour of something old, I think you've got it.
I feel sorry for whoever is driving from 5110. Because the flats are hideous. Anyway. I can't be arsed to upload these all individually or onto Flickr. So here's a sldeshow thing: