Some enterprising connies would even keep an Allan key in their back pocket to open up the windows of Class B trams for expiring passengers. On a recent asphyxiating trip back from the Ballarat, I was in a delegation of passengers that asked the driver what had gone wrong with the train. Air-conditioning turns out to be a trap. We've been lured into these cool bright places only to find there is no escape when the system goes down. Bring back the 'red rattlers' and Class W trams.
Real air is better than no air at all.
The temperate nature of Melbourne's climate is nothing to be afraid of. We need an Open Air Movement to defenestrate our cities and let outside mingle with inside. Finally, you reach your destination and emerge gulping for air. Suffocation has become the nightmare of contemporary urban life. Every trip is a gamble.