Nice billycart
I remembered reading Clive James' book The Boy From Kogerah, in which he mentioned that in his street they linked together a number of billycarts, the biggest kid in front to the youngest in the rear.
They fishtailed down the hill and took out the old lady's Poppy garden on the corner.
We had so much fun as kids scrounging the makings for our billycarts in Grafton.