Me and My Driza-Bone
Words: Krysta G Posted: 19 August, 2011
Having grown up in capital cities all my life, Driza-Bone’s seemed like a myth. I had heard about their quality yet had never laid eyes on one.
Three years ago I relocated to a small town in south West Out back Qld. It wasn’t until about 6 or 8 months after I had moved here that I first laid eyes on a Driza-Bone. And having heard about their quality I was in awe – I was sitting at a polocrosse match watching my partner play, it was the middle of winter and had been drizzling with rain all weekend and not only was everything damp it was freezing cold. Looking around it seemed like every one had a Driza-Bone and no one but me was cold – my partner had his and had taken it off to go play the game. I asked if I could wear it while he was playing and he said no sorry. I was horrified how could he not share- clearly I was freezing – so while he was playing I decided well bugger him I’m cold and that jacket looks nice and warm, I took my damp cold jacket off and put on his Driza-Bone. It was AMAZING. I was 100% warmer and 100% happier , it wasn’t until my partner came off the field that I realised why he said no I couldn’t borrow it –I didn’t want to give it back. I begged and pleaded to please keep it on at least until my own jacket had dried out a little. Sadly the answer was no.
That week when I was at home I was cleaning out one of old sheds that hadn’t been used for anything but a dumping ground for the last 20 years. Upon cleaning out the shed I found scrunched up, covered in 20 years worth of dirt and cobwebs a very old worn out looking Driza-Bone. I asked my partner whose it was and he said ‘I don’t know – clean it up and you can have it’ - I cleaned it up almost as good as new- only to have my father in law claim it -Sadly, my partner aged 21, had an on farm accident in march this year and passed away. I have now inherited his Driza-Bone, every time I look at it I think back to the many good time I shared with him.
