hi guys and thanks for your kindness and support. it was great to meet you slim and your support kept me safe and comforted me. my wife is okay and is coming home tomorrow. i am okay with just a bit of road rash and a few bruises.
i was sad to not make it across to newcastle with 1100 klm to go but oh well it is only cycling. in the end my decision to ride to adelaide and go home was on the basis of my injuries becoming uncomfortable and my wife needing me. i was also running out of time.
it is fair to say the ride kicked my butt and i overestimated my ability. the ride was too much for me. i have a true first hand appreciation for pete heal's record.
it was wonderful to meet john tolhurst who picked me up from the perth airport and took me to his home where i met his wife and children. i got a photo and he signed my frame. i think he thought i was mad too. i left his house around midnight.
i shall never ride again on the a-1 roads with no shoulders as they are simply no place for a cyclist and they are so noisy. having trucks a lot of them road trains go past me so regularly at 110klm per hour eventually became unnerving especially in south australia where the breakdown lane disappeared totally. my mirrors saved me. coming into port augusta was just plain frightening. when i reached port augusta i gave thanks to god. my research was lacking and i had not expected no shoulder or verge on our national highway. wow some of the b roads i rode were wider and in better condition.
being hit by the caravan was a bummer but i was most fortunate to not be badly injured. it was a serious matter that i lost my food and extra water with a 130klm to go to the road house. at one stage my garmin read 51 deg celsius from the tarmac reflecting the heat. slim later told me this was a record start to spring temps in south australia since the early 1900s...... but i met a real character at the nullarbor roadhouse in "dingo" who is one of god's angels. here i rested up for 24 hours recovered and licked my wounds and made the decision to ride to adelaide if i could. my bike sustained little injury with the brifters being beat up the hood torn the rear mech bent and scuffed up and the carbon seat a little frayed. i was very lucky. i was badly dehydrated and had double vision when i got in. it was odd seeing one car on top of another one. they all looked like mini minors with great big grills for some reason.
i had some real headwinds and some heat. but i had some cool too and some tailwinds. unfortunately my ride seems to have lost itself . i recorded on my garmin edge and iphone but both files are non existent seemingly. i will see if i can retrieve anything but it is not looking good. my garmin stopped working after the accident and i had to reset. oh well never mind.
my iphone is still trying to sync some three days later. but it read around 2850klm with my particular route.
i may just put it in manually
i saw some amazing and beautiful things like wildflowers in the desert , beautiful birds , reptiles and of course some wide open sparsely populated country. i met some great people and was only abused a few times perhaps justifiably in one case......tee hee.
some of the gaps between habitation were 180 klm plus on five occasions.
so a trip of highs and lows.
i remain convinced that the vendetta is the bike to beat the record and until my caravan accident i was ahead despite the conditions. without the load i again say 400klm a day is more than do-able.
but in retrospect the vendetta is no pack horse but a sports car and i should have not loaded her up so much and could have gone with the motel option too. with the extra water i was at 30kg. this also changed the handling of the vendetta. i ran with 85 psi for comfort and thus the pinch flats. i ended up with four on the back and two on the front. one at 50 klm per hour on the front. no problems i am pleased to say just unclipped put out the legs and rolled to a stop. whew.
at night when i rode through i was able to see enough with my light on low setting in the outback. with the lights off the stars are magical like right in front of your nose. truly humbling.
i sent myself messages with details and up to my accident i had averaged 25.9 klm per hour. i had a great time despite the traffic and i am a changed person for it. at one late stage i became frustrated and angry as i had looped around a local bike track and lost my sense of direction. panic set in as i wanted to get home now quickly. i was then reminded that i am human and fallible and sat laughing at myself. thankyou slim for your great patience and understanding. thank you to my fellow cruzbike riders. i thank god that i was protected and shown what a wonderful world we live in. god's grace.
that it was just cycling that gave me all this is the joy of our shared passion.
when i tour again i shall do it on the trikes and never again subject my vendetta to the saddle. i am now going to give her a make over and protect those signatures with some clear film.
and i will stay off two lane national highways with no verge