You would have needed to have bowled in the “early” centres in New Zealand before voting on any of your State of the Art Centre here in Oz.
New Lynn…
Twelve lanes, Chipboard. Arrows all in a row at about 12 feet, and they were about 4 inches wide. NO oil…and I mean NO oil. They did not oil. Lane one faded off to the left, lane 12 to the right. No automatic machines, just “pin-boys” and car tyres as the back board. No foul lights and the person scoring sat in front of the lanes near the foul line (about 4 feet back). The railway line ran right alongside the Bowl and when a train went past you could time your shot to get a strike before your ball hit the pins, and you could strike on lane 1,2,3,4,5 and 6 all at the same time.
Some famous leave or hits….Hit 1-5 leaving 2,3,4,6,7,8,9,10. Missed the 10 pin to the right and not go in the gutter. However in about 1980 Steve First, no in QLD bowled 300. Master winner 1984 (I think) averaged 175. Now that’s a tough house.
Palmerston North
Sixteen Lanes, Real Bowling Lanes Wood. However, instead of laying 40 boards wide 5 inches deep, they were laid 8 boards wide, 5 boards deep, and then plained off the annoying tongue and groove bits that were left over. TRUE STORY.
Wellington
Sixteen Lanes, Chipboard with oil. Pins on strings. Not too bad unless you left a 6-7 or 4-10, the string was no long enough to reach. Good points. Leave a 5-10, just aim at the 5 pin and it would swing into the pit area and then do a lap of honour and get the 10 pin for you.
Christchurch
10 Lanes (from memory) Chipboard and oil. 60 feet of it. Enough said
Masterton
Ten Lanes, My Favourite Bowl to visit. Had a bar upstairs. They were lucky enough to get the Master in about 1984. They washed and cleaned the place for 3 days before we got there, nobody was allowed to bowl on the freshly oiled lanes. They could not afford lane oil and used a light engine oil (sewing machine type) to oil the lanes. 10 lanes, 8 pints, yes one gallon of oil on 10 lanes. My ball fishtailed. After 2 or 3 shots my towel was soaked, the approaches were covered in oil and I was so maggot faced I did not care. Drank all night and had to bowl at 8.00am. Went straight from the bar to the lanes. Bowled 265, 289, 268.
Not bad for NINE. My high game was 112.
The manager Chris Mathews and his offsider Milton Steel, take a bow, the first people to keep me totally maggot faced for 3 full days. And Special thanks to Arthur Eade for sleeping with the “Great White Elephant”. (That’s another story)
Ahhhh the good old days.