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19-09-2008, 10:59pm
Day 5
Tonightâ€s blog is written by Bruce and Simmo, but they make me type.
Up at first light and back on the bikes for the run towards Broome, both Bruce and Simmoâ€s rear tyres are very worn, we called ahead and organised tyres to be air freighted from Perth to Broome awaiting our arrival. Back to the usual grind with great roads and fantastic scenery, red rock everywhere almost a prehistoric landscape.
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Some of the towns leave a lot to be desired run down and the majority of the population look either drunk or wishing they were.
We left Katherine through to Timber Creek, Kununurra where we called ahead for tyres. They guy there was incredibly helpful, ringing all around the country for us. No-one had the good Michellin tyres, so we had to take what we could get. We rang the Australian distributors and everyone we had ever met, but the best we could get were HPX air freighted from Perth. Bruce said, ‘I donâ€t give a f*** what they cost, just get them hereâ€. We rang ahead to Motorcycles and Small Engines at Broome who were incredibly helpful, organising the freight for us while we rode.
From Kununrra around Lake Argyle to Halls Creek.
Heidi: Simmo called into the first petrol station and stood there for 15 minutes and got eight litres. Bruce and I decided this was a dumb plan and moved to another station that had been converted into a general store and the pumps were covered in mesh and showed $1.08 per litre. We went to Simmo and were going to try his dumb pump, when we were told there was a shell station directly across the road. Obviously ten hours on a bike does nothing for your observation skills. Simmo made friends with a small Oriental man ridind a XR600 that had a broken chain. Simmo gave him a link that wouldnâ€t fit in a pink fit and was given a Japanese good luck charm to ward off evil spirits. It was obviously cursed as at the next stop, Simmo realised his rack had sheered off and his tyre was rooted. Damn Oriental men.
From there we went to Fitzroy Crossing. None of us were keen on Halls Creek, and Fitzroy Crossing was initially no more attractive at the Shell where I meet a lovely young lady with tattoos and a bar through the back of her neck. While paying for the fuel, I told here we were desperate for a bed. She offered me a bed at her place, but when I pointed out Bruce and Simmo, she changed her mind fast.
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When booking in we struck up a conversation with the local coppers who were there expecting trouble as a band was sposed to play that night. While Bruce and I were inside, Simmo spilt his guts to the cops about how far we had gone and how fast. I came out to find Simmo frantically back-pedalling as he tried to talk it down. Bruce walked out and filled in all the gaps Simmo had left. We paid $130 each for dongers (thereâ€s that word again) for old construction huts. The cops then escorted us to our accommodation and hit the high beams for us so we could see the entry to our huts. He high-beamed us to light the way, Bruce suspects so he could read our plates. Hopefully they havenâ€t been faxed across the country.
Simmo: not that weâ€ve done anything wrong
Bruce:… in the interests of public safety
Heidi: they make me type this, somebody come and save me.
Tonightâ€s blog is written by Bruce and Simmo, but they make me type.
Up at first light and back on the bikes for the run towards Broome, both Bruce and Simmoâ€s rear tyres are very worn, we called ahead and organised tyres to be air freighted from Perth to Broome awaiting our arrival. Back to the usual grind with great roads and fantastic scenery, red rock everywhere almost a prehistoric landscape.
Some of the towns leave a lot to be desired run down and the majority of the population look either drunk or wishing they were.
We left Katherine through to Timber Creek, Kununurra where we called ahead for tyres. They guy there was incredibly helpful, ringing all around the country for us. No-one had the good Michellin tyres, so we had to take what we could get. We rang the Australian distributors and everyone we had ever met, but the best we could get were HPX air freighted from Perth. Bruce said, ‘I donâ€t give a f*** what they cost, just get them hereâ€. We rang ahead to Motorcycles and Small Engines at Broome who were incredibly helpful, organising the freight for us while we rode.
From Kununrra around Lake Argyle to Halls Creek.
Heidi: Simmo called into the first petrol station and stood there for 15 minutes and got eight litres. Bruce and I decided this was a dumb plan and moved to another station that had been converted into a general store and the pumps were covered in mesh and showed $1.08 per litre. We went to Simmo and were going to try his dumb pump, when we were told there was a shell station directly across the road. Obviously ten hours on a bike does nothing for your observation skills. Simmo made friends with a small Oriental man ridind a XR600 that had a broken chain. Simmo gave him a link that wouldnâ€t fit in a pink fit and was given a Japanese good luck charm to ward off evil spirits. It was obviously cursed as at the next stop, Simmo realised his rack had sheered off and his tyre was rooted. Damn Oriental men.
From there we went to Fitzroy Crossing. None of us were keen on Halls Creek, and Fitzroy Crossing was initially no more attractive at the Shell where I meet a lovely young lady with tattoos and a bar through the back of her neck. While paying for the fuel, I told here we were desperate for a bed. She offered me a bed at her place, but when I pointed out Bruce and Simmo, she changed her mind fast.
When booking in we struck up a conversation with the local coppers who were there expecting trouble as a band was sposed to play that night. While Bruce and I were inside, Simmo spilt his guts to the cops about how far we had gone and how fast. I came out to find Simmo frantically back-pedalling as he tried to talk it down. Bruce walked out and filled in all the gaps Simmo had left. We paid $130 each for dongers (thereâ€s that word again) for old construction huts. The cops then escorted us to our accommodation and hit the high beams for us so we could see the entry to our huts. He high-beamed us to light the way, Bruce suspects so he could read our plates. Hopefully they havenâ€t been faxed across the country.
Simmo: not that weâ€ve done anything wrong
Bruce:… in the interests of public safety
Heidi: they make me type this, somebody come and save me.