Demolition Of Luke Farleys Dunny
At US motors there were two workshops. On at Belgrave that handled all the
private cars and trucks. Upper Ferntree Gully had the bus workshop. But for some
strange reason, US Belgrave did all punctures and new tyre fitting on all the
buses. Because of this, all new tyres and tubes were delivered to Belgrave. They
were stored in a huge lockable room under the workshops. Access to this room was
via a very steep driveway between the back of the workshop and the Puffing Billy
line. The tyres were always ordered in large quantities so good discounts were
obtained. 80 to 100 tyres at a time was not unusual. A large truck delivered the
tyres to the workshop and then two of the younger crew were given the job of
rolling the 825x20 12 ply or 900x20 12 ply tyres down the steep slope to the
tyre room. This was terrible job because the tyres were very heavy and the steep
slope was very daunting.
This day Kevin Beament and I got the job. One tyre each we had to roll them down
the hill slowly. If we let them go they could have ended up way down the bottom
of the hill in the creek or worst still, lost. This was something I did not want
to think about. Each tyre was worth about 3 months wages for us. After about an
hour we had only put away about 20 tyres. This is going to take all day. I had a
great idea. How about one of us stands at the bottom of the hill with a tyre
held crossways? Then the one at the top of the hill carefully let a tyre go
aiming for the centre of the road. The person at the bottom of the hill could
move the tyre so they collided and so stopping the rolling tyre. Now this worked
great. The next 20 tyres were put away in record time. We were on a roll (sorry
about that). We swapped places a few times and the job was getting done
beautifully.
Kevin was at the top of the hill when a good looking girl walked by. Kevin never
missed an opportunity to let any girl know he was around. A bit of waving and
wolf whistling soon got her attention. Kevin started up a conversation but
unfortunately he could not do two jobs at the one time. He let go a tyre not
watching exactly where it was going. The tyre started down slowly wobbling all
over the place. I moved across the road and then back again trying to anticipate
where it was going. I yelled out to Kevin but he was smoothly conning the girl.
The tyre gathered pace and too my horror headed straight over the edge of the
cutting. Then 40 feet down to the Puffing Billy line. The tyre bounced a few
times then took off down the track towards where is the now Puffing Billy
station. It came out of the cutting doing about 100 mph. I could only stand at
the top of the cutting and watch. I was soon joined by Kevin who had suddenly
realised the tyre had disappeared. We were hoping it would not roll all the way
down to the creek, a long, long way away. The tyre was now flying. It hit the
corner of a big sleeper and made a sharp right hand turn. There were three
houses in a row with their backs onto the rail line. This is now where the tyre
was heading. Thank goodness for that. The wire fence would stop it. But not so,
the tyre seemingly had a mind of its own. It hit something in the undergrowth
and took off. It leaped the fence with ease and headed straight for Luke Farleys
dunny standing proudly in the middle of the backyard. The tyre bounced again and
hit the dunny right in the middle of the back about four feet off the ground.
Most of the old dunnies were made from a wooden frame with a corrugated iron
roof and cement sheet sides with a wooden door and Luke’s was no different from
all the others. Now if we had planted a couple of sticks of gelignite under
Luke’s dunny it could not have done more damage than the tyre did. It simply
blew up with a very loud explosion. The cement sheet blew to pieces, none bigger
than about 6 inches square. The corrugated iron roof lifted off as if it was
taking off on a flight then collapsed into the back yard. The wooden frame was
flattened completely and littered all over the back yard complete with the
cement sheet. The door was hit fair in the middle from the inside and that took
the energy from the tyre which fell over. The door was laid out on the grass in
front of what could only be described as a big disaster. The only thing
recognisable was the pan and seat untouched amongst the debris.
The noise brought everyone out of the workshop to see what was going on. A huge
cloud of dust and cement sheet particles showed them all where the action was.
Everyone had stunned looks on their faces as Kevin and I walked up to meet them.
Vic Jones, the manager of the workshop did not look too happy. I think he was
about to tear some strips off Kevin and I. When Alf Lowry, one the mechanics,
walked out and looked at the still billowing clouds of dust. Oh wow, it sure is
lucky old Luke was not mounted on the throne, wasn’t it. That broke the stunned
silence and everyone except Kevin and I burst out laughing. Vic was laughing so
much he could hardly talk. You better get our tyre Robin; he choked and walked
back to his office.
Today is Thursday I thought, so Vic won’t be here tomorrow. He always goes to
Melbourne buying stock, so we would not have to worry about him tomorrow. We put
our heads down and very carefully spent the rest of the day putting the tyres
away. Everyone went out of their way to rib us. All the workshop, bus drivers,
office staff, taxi drivers and shop keepers. They all had a hearty laugh and
joke at our expense. It was very embarrassing and worrying. Would we have to pay
for a new dunny? That would be expensive, wouldn’t it?
Next morning, we were both summoned to Jeff Mountjoys office. Kevin was white as
a sheet and I felt the same. We walked down a long passageway and filed into
Jeff’s office. He was looking very serious. Now what are we going to do with you
two he growled frowning. But something was wrong. His face was quivering. He put
his elbows on the desk, then his head in his hands and burst out laughing.
Between peels of laughter he said that US motors would pay for a new dunny. It
was only an accident, but if we could try not to do it too often. He waved his
hand for us to leave. As we walked down the passage peels of laughter followed
us. Luke got his new dunny. The workshop crew soon tired of ribbing us but the
shop keepers kept at it for about two weeks. Just one glimpse of Kevin or me and
they went into hysterical laughter.
On the Thursday night, two weeks after the demolition, I had taken some clothes
into the dry cleaners. The work section in the dry cleaners was cut off by a
large curtain. Kathy was the only one there I could see. She wrote out my docket
and then leaned over the counter and was batting her eyes at me and smiling.
“Could I ask you a favour Rob?” She said sweetly.
My mind was racing. Wow, this girl is keen on me I reckon. She was a good
looking girl and I puffed up a bit.
“Sure thing.” I said. “What would you like?”
“Do you think that the next time you put away those big tyres, could you invite
me over to watch?”
Then suddenly the curtain was pushed aside and everybody was lined up killing
themselves laughing. Those Belgrave shopkeepers were a heartless lot.
Belgrave was a quite small town and I suppose the dunny demolition was big event
so they all wanted to make the most of it but this was not good for my self
esteem. The next night I was walking home feeling a bit depressed when a thought
popped into my mind. Luke Farley had been our bread delivery man many years ago
when we lived in Upwey. I used to follow his horse and cart hoping Luke might
give this poor starving little boy a loaf of bread or even just a crispy crust
or two. But Luke was as tough as nails, he completely ignored me. Maybe the
demolition of his dunny was divine retribution for his callous attitude to this
poor hungry boy. Yes, that was it; I could picture Luke in the middle of a group
of angels. The angels are all pointing their fingers at him saying shame, shame
on you. But hang on, Luke did better than anyone else of all this, he got a new
dunny for nothing. So divine retribution could not be right. Ah well, it did
make me feel better for about 30 seconds.