Bruce, Simmo and Heidi trip and live travel map

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Day 11

Bruce: Yesterday we noticed Simmo and I had dropped off the back of the pack. Weâ€d prepared to give him what for for pulling over for a piss and not telling anyone. Just as we had decided to turn around to go back and pick up the wreckage and to insult him for being inconsiderate, up rocked Simmo wearing a pair of Heidiâ€s knickers across his helmet and shaking like a leaf. Obviously in HUGE emotional distress, he was minding his own business, enjoying himself hooting down the highway when all of a sudden he was showered with unmentionables. First was a can of deodorant, then the rest of Heidiâ€s backpack followed over a spread of about 3kms, then finally the dirty washing bag so he had something to stuff all the things in. Dodging the grey nomads, Simmo proceeded to clean up the highway of Heidiâ€s underwear. The thongs were funny, one went and it took ages for the other one to appear on the other side of the road. Given the circumstances, Simmoâ€s bollocking was reduced to a minor level. After decontamination at the next stop, Simmo was fine. The bag was tagged as a bio hazard and disposed of carefully.

Heidi: I hate them both.

Bruce: Back to Eucla this morning from Boarder Village because the rack had broken for the second time. This time I cut up some angle for additional support, bolted to the rear grab rail. A local fisherman named Charlie Brown in Eucla did the welding.



Simmo: I was sleeping and kicking around, watched a bit of TV and went through Bruceâ€s stuff. Paced the room. Had breakie and searched for lesbians.

Heidi: When Bruce returned, we the road, glad to finally be moving again. We stopped at the Nullabour. Obviously, they love the Hayabusa at the Nullabour Roadhouse, there was dedicated parking.



We also met a harley rider who was walking back to Adelaide as his bike was on a truck heading home.

Bruce: Harley Riderus, a species known for their friends with utes and stout walking shoes. Characterised by their stringy hair, knuckles that drag on the ground, strong calves and an overabundance of pigmentation in the bicep area. They are known to be violent in groups, but oddly malleable in single numbers. Often clad in the skins of other animals cut into weird tasselled shapes, have bugs in their teeth and oddly long arms. As in indicative of their species, Harley Riderus was in dire need of spare parts. He was last seen sitting alone on his own.

Heidi: We turned into Head of the Bight, and bumped into my lesbians again. Simmo nearly turned himself inside out with excitement. We walked down the boardwalk to the edge of the world. The cliffs dropped spectacularly into the sea and there were mother and baby whales laying in the shallows.



The whales come into the bay to calve and stay there for a while getting to know their babies and making them strong for the long migration south. Apparently the babies stay close to their mothers at first, but as they get bigger they start to play with each other and form little crèches. There were at least twenty mothers and their babies laying close to the shore. They were so close we could hear them breathe and one baby was a little naughtier than the others and kept swimming a little away from his mother. He would be fine until he realised how far away he was, then he would panic and rush back. Bruce and I could have spent all day there, but Simmo was up in the carpark making friends and looking for lesbians. He only lasted 5 minutes with the whales, not a lot can top real live lesbians.



The Nullabour was terrifying. Iâ€d really enjoyed the gale force winds and rain at Geraldton, but this was a whole new territory. The wind was coming in hard and sharp from the left, blowing the bikes sideways. It was really tricky to stay on the road at all. I was leading, so I was the first to try and overtake a road train. Road trains stet up a maelstrom of wind in normal circumstances, but as you came up to the rear of the truck, it set up a suck that threatened to pull you under the rear tyres. As you went in beside the road train, the wind buffeted so badly, that the bike was flung from side to side. It wasnâ€t easier fast, and it wasnâ€t easy slow. Both ways were scary, and as you came out the front of the train, the gust of wind from the front threatened to send you into the scrub on the right. I took so long in the buffeting of the truck the first time, that I was nearly hit by a blue car that snuck up on me while I was concentrating on not going under the wheels. After that, I made the boys lead, I thought they might have a better way of overtaking. Turns out they didnâ€t.

The rest of the day was truck stops and petrol, apart from the wind, the Nullabour was fairly uneventful.



55kms out of Ceduna, I was leading again and a 4WD coming towards us lit up like a Christmas Tree while the driver waved the unmistakeable signal for ‘pull the f*** over you bastardsâ€. None of my expensive education skills could reduce the fine. I was mightily pissed off, I hadnâ€t actually copped a fine for years, usually I can talk my way out of anything. I blame the company Iâ€m keeping. We were caught doing 139kms/hr in a 110km/hr zone. We were prepared to cop that, and weâ€ve learned out lesson officer, really.

Tomorrow we are hoping to be a couple of hundred kms beyond Adelaide on the run home. Who is coming to the welcome home party in Canberra?