Day Seventeen
Had planned to go for a run around Canberra and visit the sites today but had a few chores to complete first, laundry, clean and polish the bike and sort out my shit. So off to the local shop for milk and coins for the laundry, “sorry you don’t need change for washing machine you must purchase a token from the front office for $3.00 but I can give you some change for the dryers”.
Anyways the washing is on and it is time to restore the Yam to the state it used to be in before I left home, now some people would refer to me as a clean freak but I figure, you pay close to AUS$25K for a cycle why not keep it in top condition… so out with the Armorall and polishing rags and into the job at hand. Twenty five minutes and its up to shift the washing into the dryer and back to cleaning the FJR, it really is starting to look smart now, after the drier has finished the bike is almost completed and I figurer that deserves a cold one.
A few cold ones later and I am in the mood for a Jim Beam Small Batch, that really hit the spot but now I’ve had too much to ride so I ring the SO. Its about this time that I realise that in 25 plus years of marriage we have never been apart so long, jeez I miss the old girl…
After a brief yarn (90 mins) in which I tell her how much I miss her and VikiVerki, I suggest that I might head west tomorrow instead of east. SO says well that would be great but that’s up to you. By this time half a bottle of small batch has disappeared and I am feeling very melancholy, I then start to ring everybody on my phones address list (including my old Honda/Yamaha Dealer) in alphabetical order, I apologise for anybody after H as I was running out of credit and JB.
A few guys turned up on my doorstep and remarked on how they could not believe that a motorcycle could tow a trailer the size I had, I assured them that there eyes were not deceiving them and agreed to meet them at the local tavern for a coldie to further discuss my adventures. Not long after, I made my way across to the local and after a quiet pint (schooner) on my own was soon in deep discussion with a local who rode a GTR1000, one drink led too another and followed by too many butterscotch schnapps it was soon time for bed.
Day Eighteen
Well once again I awake with the worlds worst hangover, my head hurts so bad that all I want is some paracetamol and I will sell both my soul and the FJR. I know that I have none but in desperation I start digging through every pocket, nook, cranny and possible storage location, eventually finding my secret emergency store (I knew there was a reason behind hiding these pills). Taking two with a long cold OJ I retire back to the sleeping bag vowing not to get up for three months.
About 40 minutes later the previous days events begin to trickle back in to my sad and sorry excuse for a brain and I realise that yep, I still miss the missus something fierce, it is time to head for home. In my drunken state from the night before I had neglected to cover the bike and sure enough it had rained overnight, this entailed a minor tidy up to return the FJR to its former glory. By 10:00am I was wrapped, packed and strapped ready to roll.
It was then I remembered the state of my rear tyre, bollocks… I could have gone over to one of the local bike shops and had a new tyre fitted but I was never the most sensible person in the universe and I did remember Tryg and Peter saying the other day that the tyre still looked good for 1000ks on the sides. Well! do I put a new tyre on for the trip home and have it rooted by the trip or do I take a chance and go for it. No contest, this has been that sort of a trip of course I decided to risk it.
I figured that rather than go back through the middle of Canberra it would be easier to head to Queanbeyan then swing north to northeast around the top of Canberra towards Yass and the Hume. Wrong… after 30 klms of side streets and back roads I was finally heading out of Canberra on the same road I had arrived on and heading for home.
Because of the fact that I had decided to risk the rear tyre I was paranoid about the condition of said rubber and every 100 klms I was pulling over to check the condition. By lunchtime the temperature was already up to 30 Celsius, not what I wanted for a seriously sick rear tyre with a 200 kg trailer in tow. At Wagga I pulled over for a drink outside the Yamaha dealer, this was to be my last chance to replace the rear tyre, temp was 34 and the rear was extremely hot and stressed. It still did not look any worse than when I left so I made the dubious decision to continue.
The next stop was to be Narrandera about 100 klms down the road but as the temperature began to climb toward 37, I thought that after 70 klms I best check the tyre, that and the fact that the fruit police threatened me with life imprisonment if I did not eat my two remaining mandarins before progressing further. To my great chagrin the rear tyre had started balling up and rubber could be seen peeling of the centre of the tyre. Do I go back to Wagga or keep going… Yep that’s right, keep going, with all the shit that’s happened so far I might as well continue to tempt fate.
That’s when I found the detour on the other side of Narrandera due to bridge work, so intent was I on the fact that I had to add extra klms to my trip and the fact that the road was actually melting due to the heat (what is it doing to my tyre) that I did not realise that my next fuel stop was Hay 270 klms away. I had last put fuel in back at Gundagai, over 150 klms previous. A quick check of my current fuel consumption and I ascertained that with very careful manage I could make this distance, the question was would the tyre.
About 50 klms further on I stopped and checked the condition and temperature of the tyre, although the tyre was very hot it did not seem too bad, some more balling but it seemed to be holding up, only 225 klms to Hay. A couple more stops and the results seemed to be constant, I figured if it still looked ok at Hay I was going to up my speed from 85 kph (my tyre conservation speed) to about 110 kph.
The Hay plain has to be one of the most boring stretches of road and travelling at less than 90 kph for over 250 klms in 37 Celsius is not the most fun I kid you not. As luck would have it and after a quick check and a refuel at Darlington Point still over 100 klms from Hay, the tyre looked to be fine and I upped the anti. By the time I left hay, heading for Balranald the sun was low in the west - read directly in my line of site and I was looking forward to a decrease in the road temperature. In the next 130 klms it dropped to 32 Celsius, but it gave me some relief and the confidence to push on.
Beyond Balranald and the run to Mildura (where my SO had suggested I should stop for the night) I was in sunset and the next issue to raise its head was the Roo Factor. Well I actually made it to Mildura without seeing a single roo and with the clock showing 10:00pm I was looking for somewhere to possibly stop. The rear tyre still holding up and the temperature now down to 25 I was beginning to get a second wind. I stopped at the side of the road on the western outskirts of town for a break and a cold drink, it was then that a station wagon loaded with youths screamed around a nearby roundabout, with one youth hanging out of the window yelling “there he is”, as I realised he was pointing to me and understanding the vulnerability of my position I edged toward the gear sack where my hunting knife was located. As it happens I need not have worried the five youths in the car were more interested in the fact that a motorcycle could tow such a huge trailer, they had seen me come through town and wanted a closer look.
It was now less than 420 klms to home and I felt confident in the tyre and my own ability to make the journey, so as long as I did not hit a roo all would be well. At Yamba just over the SA border the fruit police made me open the fridge to prove I was not carrying any contraband and after a short stop for fuel and a drink I felt like I was almost home. The temp had now dropped to below 20 and as I was still riding in only light summer gear I was really starting to feel the chill.
By the time I reached Blanchetown, with only 110 klms to go I was freezing my arse off and had to stop for a hot coffee, some food and a chance to dig my winter jacket out of the trailer. After a chat with a couple of eastbound truckies about my rig and the road conditions I remarked that in over 8,000 klms I had not seen a live roo. One truckie warned that there were a couple of six footers at the side of the road about 10 klms west and I should hold my nose as I approached the base of Accommodation Hill due to a slowly decaying wombat.
I thought yeah right, anyways 10 klms down the road I nearly shat at the sight of this giant roo at the side of the road and the silhouette of its mate not far away, bastard did not even flinch as I rode by. Sure enough I smelt that bloody wombat as I hit the hill and that truckie had not exaggerated, it was rank. After the hill it is only about 40 mins to home and with the tyre holding up and me feeling snug and warm I was looking forward to pulling into the drive.
Just pulling into Nuriootpa less that 25 mins from home I caught sight of a large shape in the centre of the oncoming lane, instinct told me it was a roo and after swiftly dropping down through the gears I approached a 5 foot roo in the centre of the road at a very safe 15 kph, this roo eventually hopped away to the verge as I passed and the rest of my journey was uneventful. After an 1150 klms day/nighter I pulled into the drive at 02:00am and scared the shit out of the SO and the dogs.
IN SUMMARY
This was a trip I had to have, I had planned to take another 4wd trip through the Simpson Desert, but prior to my SO taking her holiday to Bali she had suggested that we needed to get back into bikes and rekindle a part of our lives that had been missing for many years. That was the best advice I have had for a long time, we are now closer than ever and she is now looking for another Virago for herself, I thank everybody who has taken the time to read my thread, it has been a real adventure for me and I plan to be a regular on all three of the forums I have been posting this tale.
Cheers and Beers
CEJAY