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21
Nov
Road Kill
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BIKE-HEDONIA
I woke an hour before dawn, momentarily confused: the full moon had moved overhead and was shining through my tent and into my eyes, li...
18
Nov
On the Banks of Coopers Creek
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I’d been trying to leave Navarra for a week, but there seemed to be a force holding me down, like extra gravity, every time I tried to ...
15
Nov
Pot Scourer Soup
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Goodbyes are hard and so is packing a ridiculous amount of stuff onto a motorbike so that it doesn't fall off. I felt like I was right ...
14
Nov
Misadventures Resumed
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Beastie was ready to go. Sitting in Shane's garage in Brisbane, waiting for me, waiting for the misadventures to resume.
I packed up...
07
Nov
From the jaws of defeat
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We rode back to Brisbane in the freezing rain then turned around and drove back again in the ute. In the pitch dark, I waited with trep...
05
Nov
Deluge
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Beastie was running nicely and I had a couple more days in Brisbane. I suggested to Shane that we should go for a ride - a bit of a tes...
02
Nov
Tears, snot and starter clutches
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It's maybe 1500km from Navarra to Brisbane. I watched the open spaces of the outback being replaced by manufactured landscapes and conf...
31
Oct
Things are not right.
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The following week Andy and I were back in town. I got the bike out of Roy's shed and wheeled her back to the bike shop.
It still doe...
17
Oct
Rocker arms
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So I went to work for Andy, and tried not to think about my motorbike.
I helped him install solar pumps and passed up pieces of windmil...
15
Oct
Waiting for Beastie
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So it was back to Navarra, a couple of weeks earlier than planned. With Beastie racking up bills for me, I was happy that I'd accepted ...
14
Oct
Beastie’s in the shop.
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It was a two day haul back to Longreach. Unimogs don't go very fast - highway cruising is not really their thing - so we draughted one ...
13
Oct
Moto Problems
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What's up with Beastie? It's the burning question. She was running fine, but suddenly became difficult to start. I thought flat battery...
12
Oct
This Fishing Life
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You wake up at six, when it's still dark, and blindly slather all exposed flesh with sunscreen and insect repellent. Then you go and ha...
06
Oct
Barramundi: the sweet taste of victory
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The centrepiece of the fishing camp was a giant insect-netted marquee grandly named the Taj Mahal. It was here that I found more of tha...
03
Oct
Across the claypan
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My fishing friends were hard to miss in their Unimog. They no longer had the air conditioned galley on the tray of the truck, nor the a...