 The day was bright and sunny. Painter Pete was excited - today the new toy "Baby" was getting its first airing. Sparkling white was the dawn of a new era in footy ground marking. Would the new technology (wet white paint) beat the tried and trusted old technology (dry white powder)? Could the cost of the equipment together with the buyer's remorse at committee level be justified?
All was going to plan on test run one. Yep, the water seemed to be flowing OK - the pretty white test design on the asphalt at Rieschiecks looked OK (wonder who's going to clean that up?). "Baby" was carefully roped into a trailer ready for transport to Templestowe Reserve. So secure was she that even a trip to the outback, through bulldust and potholes couldn't have dislodged it. Mind you, there was plenty of bulldust at the footy club without the need to go bush! On arrival at Templestowe Reserve, "Baby" was carefully taken from the trailer and then the real test was on - adding the paint. Five or six nuclear scientists gathered around as Painter Pete proceeded to add water, then the paint hopefully in the correct ratios. Another test on cardboard and things were up and running.  Painter Pete took off at a cracking pace, possibly a little too cracking as the line was on the pale side, but once speed was scaled down all looked well. The next problem was the goal square, which to be honest didn't seem all that square and as usual, it was the tool's fault rather than Painter Pete's. Bits of Pythagorean principles were discussed amongst the armchair critics and the issues sorted out. Is it true this labour saving device took Painter Pete three hours to mark the ground on its second outing last Saturday? Some Templestowe committee swear to it - although he probably just stopped briefly for a cuppa! As for the old line marking machine, after countless hours of rolling around Reischiecks and Templestowe Reserves, countless early morning coffees and lamingtons consumed by past groundsmen, it was last seen waiting to go to the the last ground in the sky. Vale, old machine, rest in the knowledge of a job well done! |