Deaths, Resurrections, & Lettuce.
Ah Punters! A bit of sadness in this little update. An engine can fuck up, and it's really only a matter of shekels and time, and in the end you notice the loss of neither. Sometimes the most obscure of things disappear, and you get pulled up by the loss, and think: "We took the bloody thing for granted, and now it's gone for ever!" That's how some of us feel about Foley's Bridge.
It was recognised for it's importance by the National Trust, and they wrote the following about it:-
It was also featured in "Wooden Wonders: Victoria's Timber Bridges" by Don Chambers. Despite this there are very few photos of the bridge. The google search produced one pic, the same one as in the Chamber's book,
Well, we at the Ferals have a ferocious wooden bridge fancier in Deaf John, who took us there, and I hope that these pics will add to the archive.
We were on our way back from Dodgy Dave's Rave in the Pyrennees, and this was just sorta on the way home. The stream was minuscule, and gave no hint of what it could do.
In September, when the heavy rains came, the Tullaroop Creek ran a banker, and swept all before it. The evidence of the height is obvious by the detritus in the trees, and on the remaining bridge support.
It's interesting to note, that, according to history, the elm thicket in the second pic, was the site of Foley's Inn, who no doubt did a roaring trade because this was the only way in winter for councillors from a divided shire to get to the meetings at the Shire Office in Dunach, other than via an enormous detour through Clunes.
It was a lovely thing while it lasted. A lesson for life, really: assume nothing lasts for ever.
It's just amazing what a skilled tradesman can do with a MIG Welder, a bit of bog, and a polishing disk!
Just a pity he was a bit heavy-handed on the polishing. I had to wear sunnies to get over the glare from the bloody crankcase. Time and benign neglect will put paid to that in time, no doubt.
The good thing was that in these straitened times, with super crashing through the floor, and the resto trade in the doldrums, he worked for peanuts, though to be fair, I did take some stale bread and almost fresh dripping to give to his poor wife and 5 kids.
I told him he should be thankful for that, cause if the Mad Monk had won the recent bunfight, he'd be lucky to get the dripping, and would have had to sell one, or more, of his more attractive offspring into sexual slavery, or the priesthood, which is probably the same thing.
He said that the Ranga hadn't made much of a difference, as the price of dripping had gone through the roof, and he'd had to start saving pencils because he was worried about the rising carbon price.
I generously gave him a free tip: invest the rest of his meagre savings in fountain pens, as they are sure to make a comeback. He responded by deducting 10% from the bill, and we arm-wrestled for the rest, which he lost due to his poor condition.
There was a bit of unpleasantness due to the wailing of his missus, and the hunchback kid with the hairlip trying to eat the spare tyre on the Porsche Cayenne tow car, but I gave him another bit of free advice, to whit: Retail Therapy. Go out and spend, it'll make you feel better.
Just doing my bit for a happier, more caring, world.
It's not often that we respond to the Punters who write to us, I mean how often can you respond to: "We are putting the appalling lies you have published into the hands of our lawyers Grabbit,Grabbit,and Runne."
And even less so if those comments come from The Old Dart! But....and I'm ashamed to say this.... these characters were so shy and retiring, and humble, that I relented. Call me a softie if you will, but Odgie Danaan, and his Missus, were my sort of Poms.
"Hey Wolf, cheers for the mail back. I spent a little bit of time in the wilds while I was there (although I was in an old Holden Six station wagon I'd bought to live in, and probably not the outback proper, with roads that get used once or twice a week), but it was still a fantastic experience, doesn't compare to anything else in the world. I quite enjoyed the solitude of being entirely on me own - five gallons of fuel, bunch of water and food, and being prepared to sit it out for a day or two if the old girl gives up on you...(Which "old girl" may that be Odgie? Wolf)
The Shedster is a Ford Pop (Anglia) chassis, I fitted a Ford 100e engine and back axle, and made me own front suspension and bodywork. All pretty much made from bits of scrap really - there's a web album of the build here if you're interested:
Since then I've tuned the motor - big valves, ported and decked block, radical cam etc, and I have a manifold with twin SUs and short headers I use at the drags and track days. (Or the occasional illegal road run - bit of a vid on You Tube here: )
(turn yer speakers up high and click on full screen...)
Anyways, sorry if I've bored you with too much detail and shit, just nice to show off a bit to someone who knows the score as well..... I get your Cruzin magazine over here (I do a bit of writing for it as well), but it seems to be mostly street-rod stuff - nicely done an all, but not exactly my sort of thing - so cool to know there are genuine real-world car folk over there too.
Say 'Hi' to the rest of the Ferals for me, look forward to reading more of your adventures...
Best regards mate,
Goodonya Odgie, and say g'day to the Missus.