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23-04-2008, 07:06pm
Found internet access in Brissy. Who said they were 800kms and 40 years away. Was going to finally find out once and for all what colour panties Mechanx wears, but he chickened out with a VERY feeble excuse.
I'm having a top time, and bugger me if I aren't traveling with Loafie and Bruce in ten year time. One is tall and lanky, wears a flip-top helmet and smokes in his sleep. He doesn't say much, but when he does you listen. He is an engineer on off-shore rigs. The other makes me LAUGH and talks a lot with his hands, and HE is the one missing fingers. Both are willing to pick up strange women in a petrol station, just like our two. If I bump into Max up here, it will just be too weird.
I'm going the long way, so I'm averaging 600kms a day. This is training, on the way home it is over 1000kms a day, so there is no mucking about on this trip. So far I have nearly been cleaned up by a Winnebago and a house. I gave the bloody Brits on Tour a bloody good talking to, but the house didn't care. You'd think they'd signpost a house that takes up both lanes a bit better but maybe I was hustling along too quickly to pay attention.
So far, apart from turning right instead of left at Dubbo, I'm doing pretty well geographically. The only time I got lost, I LISTENED TO A GUY!!!! I asked an old cockie on the side of the road the way to Dubbo from Mildura. He said, turn right and follow the signs to Wellington. He said, none of the signs say Dubbo, but you'l be right. Seeing as Dubbo is a fairly major center, I should have been suspicious, but MAN what a lovely road!!! It was one lane, lovely tar until it turned briefly to dirt and no traffic. I really made some time up there. Oh, and tonight when I could not find a bloody bed in Brissy! It is a big place, but seems to be car yards and roadworks.
Tomorrow just a short hop to Bundaburg. I thought I should visit Max's spiritual home.
All up I'm looking at 8000kms, this should get the restlessness out of my system. Looking forward to the barfights.
I'm having a top time, and bugger me if I aren't traveling with Loafie and Bruce in ten year time. One is tall and lanky, wears a flip-top helmet and smokes in his sleep. He doesn't say much, but when he does you listen. He is an engineer on off-shore rigs. The other makes me LAUGH and talks a lot with his hands, and HE is the one missing fingers. Both are willing to pick up strange women in a petrol station, just like our two. If I bump into Max up here, it will just be too weird.
I'm going the long way, so I'm averaging 600kms a day. This is training, on the way home it is over 1000kms a day, so there is no mucking about on this trip. So far I have nearly been cleaned up by a Winnebago and a house. I gave the bloody Brits on Tour a bloody good talking to, but the house didn't care. You'd think they'd signpost a house that takes up both lanes a bit better but maybe I was hustling along too quickly to pay attention.
So far, apart from turning right instead of left at Dubbo, I'm doing pretty well geographically. The only time I got lost, I LISTENED TO A GUY!!!! I asked an old cockie on the side of the road the way to Dubbo from Mildura. He said, turn right and follow the signs to Wellington. He said, none of the signs say Dubbo, but you'l be right. Seeing as Dubbo is a fairly major center, I should have been suspicious, but MAN what a lovely road!!! It was one lane, lovely tar until it turned briefly to dirt and no traffic. I really made some time up there. Oh, and tonight when I could not find a bloody bed in Brissy! It is a big place, but seems to be car yards and roadworks.
Tomorrow just a short hop to Bundaburg. I thought I should visit Max's spiritual home.
All up I'm looking at 8000kms, this should get the restlessness out of my system. Looking forward to the barfights.