Well we didn’t make it because out back, the roads are not very safe when rain is predicted and when we got to Bourke, as they can turn into ice skating rinks and you can be isolated for days. So a big detour through the Jackson oilfields. And the highlights, Flat tyres, nearly losing it at 60 kms in a bull dust rut, Dave Mylius hitting Mr Emu (one of 10 zillion) and off the bike, then laying on the road beside him, with poor Mr emu squawking in his death throes, Dave splitting his leg open but still continuing down to Bourke, then riding the KL into the Emergency Ramp at the hospital, on the bike kick the stand down and go in to have gravel dug out of his knee, lots of very odd people at the towns and pubs all along the way, including a bunch of lap dancers who turned out to be Jehovas Witnesses, some guy making moonshine, the Grand Final being watched in a Rugby League heartland, amazing camping in the Australian bush alongside billabongs and riversides…and finally Mike reciting to Terry, The Man from Snowy River yes all verses, fireside at the back of Forbes after some/few… glasses of red..
