I forgot to get the “I drove across the Nullabor” fridge magnet in Caiguna on my return trip. I know I wouldn’t need to do it again to buy the magnet, but I’d already be half-way so I might as well. 😉
Bug splattered and full of stale sweat from those horrible hot days on the Rally.
I removed the cheek pads and then discovered everything else is glued in. Ellie found a way of washing it… just drown it in a bath of shampoo.
It’s now drying… hopefully I’ll be able to where it on Tuesday when I go back to work.
I finally arrived at 4:00pm. First thing was a shower. Tonight it’s my own bed and pillow. Yay.
Total distance…. drum roll please…
Will I do it again? Yes. I loved every minute of it. Next year OzSToc will be held in Ballarat – only 600km further than Middleton. Unfortunately I don’t think I’ll have the leave available.
After touring Kal for a bit I headed west.
My bum was now starting to feel like it had done a few rounds with Mike Tyson, but it was the last leg and I wanted to get home today. So plenty of stops.
I thought the road to Southern Cross was bad when I received a text from Gavo saying it was bad on the other side. Great. Thinking back on it now, I didn’t realise Main Roads have perfected corrugated bitumen. Absolutely atrocious.
Ps. Gavo rode from Eucla to home in 1 day – about 15 hours in the saddle. Ouch.
Rather than taking the usual way in to Perth I figured I’d detour via York. The road wasn’t the best (to York) but the high speed twisties hopefully rounded out my square tyres from the Nullabor.
… was a waste of time. A pub is a pub and not much else around now.
Went for a drive to get dinner. Passed in $45 mains from the Palace Hotel so I went across the road to another pub only to be confronted with skimpies. To be honest, they looked like they belonged behind a bar in Kalgoorlie too!
So, Hungry Jacks it was.