I enjoy riding my bike along this one stretch of the lower South Hill where trolley tracks remain embedded in the street. It's fun to imagine what all I missed by coming along decades too late to catch a ride. Here's my partial list.
1. No stylishly leaning out of the trolley, waving and shouting “I'm home, darling!” 2. No talking with fellow passengers about what food item could be referred to as “the Spokane treat.” 3. No smiling as some angry old guy standing on his lawn shakes his fist at the passing trolley because of all that infernal clang-clang-clanging.