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Dykey
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« on: 01 February, 2012, 11:31:46 AM »

It was not the Cemetery where we had fun but the road running next to it, up to Zerbe's Slaughter Yards.

A mate use to meet his girl friend up on that road. She would park in the gateway of Staker's Quarry paddock. She would then jump in his car.
The keys of the car use to be left in the ignition.
Along would come Dykey and all, get in, turn the car around and put it right up against the fence.

We did not fill it with condoms as in THOSE days we did not know what a condom was HuhHuh?

To this day, that woman has no idea it was me.
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« Reply #1 on: 01 February, 2012, 11:43:47 AM »

Zerbe's Slaughter Yard Road

Once upon a time there were three nice chappies that happen to come upon another "Parker" at the gates to the slaughter yard.

The car was a Holden HR X2 (which meant it was a "hot" vehicle).
I was in my FJ.

Well we put the spotlight on the couple and away we went. After about a 100 yard (yards in them days) I pulled over as I was dreaming if I was to out run the X2.
The bloke got out and put his torch on me and one of the chappies (a bit "round" now days), in the back, was laughing at the scenario.
The bloke put the torch on the overalls and said "What are you laughing about!'
The overalls, sitting up very straight, replied "I'm not Laughing!".

We promised that we would not do it again and off we went.
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« Reply #2 on: 01 February, 2012, 11:44:04 AM »

Was she in our class Dykey?
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« Reply #3 on: 01 February, 2012, 11:45:20 AM »

Yes, a lovely girl.
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« Reply #4 on: 01 February, 2012, 11:46:31 AM »

Zerbe's Slaughter Yard Road

Once upon a time there were three nice chappies that happen to come upon another "Parker" at the gates to the slaughter yard.

The car was a Holden HR X2 (which meant it was a "hot" vehicle).
I was in my FJ.

Well we put the spotlight on the couple and away we went. After about a 100 yard (yards in them days) I pulled over as I was dreaming if I as to out run the X2.
The bloke got out and put his torch on me and one of the chappies (a bit "round" now days), in the back, was laughing at the scenario.
The bloke put the torch on the overalls and said "What are you laughing about!'
The overalls replied, sitting up very straight and replied "I'm not Laughing!".

We promised that we would not do it again and off we went.

Yeah a lot of young blokes were very cheeky in those days,... No damned respect for their elders, eh?
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« Reply #5 on: 01 February, 2012, 11:48:01 AM »

Yes, a lovely girl.
You realise that not many girls in our class had their own cars? You've got me thinking,....  thinking, thinking, thinking....

I reckon she was a blonde with curly hair, and if so, yes she was a lovely girl, and still is.

That road could tell a lot of stories, and I think you would feature in many of them one way or another.

I gotta go, I've got to do some shopping and take off for Adelaide, gotta pick up TLW from the airport this evening.
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« Reply #6 on: 01 February, 2012, 11:49:20 AM »

It was Dad's blue ute.
Not blonde.
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« Reply #7 on: 01 February, 2012, 12:02:04 PM »

Zerbe's SlaughterYard.

One night, several of us decide to have a B B Q (at night) at the S/Yards.
The main reason was to meet up with the girls without their parents knowing. Specially when one of the H/School girl was dating a much older person (bank teller.... nick named Soss).

Now think about. Why would you have a B B Q at a place where the stinking smell, over powered the meat cooking on the B B Q.

However, they were the silly things you done in those days.
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