Yesterday while walking back from the optometrists (I now have contact lenses) I walked past a Jim's Mowing ute, with all the mowing gear in the trailer. Fella inside had just finished a big mow. As I walked past I could smell the 2-stroke, the hot metal and the fresh grass clippings. Unbidden, a tape started playing in my head - the sounds of football on the radio. In my brain there is a strong synapse connecting those smells with the nasal twang of commentators and roar of the crowd as heard over a small AM radio. Interesting.