Passengers onboard seem unfazed. A student reads a paperback. A senior citizen holds a string bag full of bread. A tourist frantically taps a phone, trying to figure out if they just stepped back into 1985.

Frequently associated with Fanta Sie (also known as Isabel).

Walk down any busy street in Prague—say, Na Příkopě or Wenceslas Square—and you’ll see them. Not the woolly giants of the Ice Age, but modern-day mammoths: the trams.

Take tram line 149 in Prague, running from the Strossmayerovo náměstí stop deep into the Holešovice district. At first glance, it’s an ordinary city route. But listen closely: the high-pitched whine of the T3’s traction motors, the pneumatic hiss of its doors, the solid thud as its steel wheels hit a switch point. That’s the mammoth’s call.

But try telling that to the child who presses their nose to the window of a T3 and waves at the driver. Or to the nostalgic expat who rides route 149 just to hear the sound of home. You can’t kill a legend with a press release.