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Day 1 to St George.
Most RR’s have a bit of a preamble about planning and preparation. That will be in the wrap-up, we’ll just jump straight into this.
I hadn’t even left and I had to change, the jacket was going to be too hot. I opted for my body armour and light shirt, doesn’t matter how much you prepare there is always something at the last minute.
At school my daughter had heard about the early explorers who had died in the desert and was a bit upset (she also wanted to come with me to look for dinosaur bones), my son was wrapped that I wouldn’t be nagging him to get off the bloody Xbox.
I usually run a lot lighter, but as we're having a back-up vehicle I threw some luxury items in.
I got away at 9am, heading south. Looking in the mirror to check my luggage I noticed a pannier strap not attached. Stopped to check, to found one of my thongs that was lashed on by the strap missing!
In Australia this is a thong, it goes between the toes on your feet, not a camel toe, now is that fairly clear?
Oh well, thongs are cheap I’ll buy a new pair at St George, re-clipped the strap, on to Tiaro then back roads through Kilkivan, Goomeri, Kingaroy and Dalby for my first fuel stop. 325km in 4 hours, it was hot with a gustily northerly blowing, relaxed pace soaking up scenery and heat, all sealed roads just a run-of-the-mill ride.
While refueling I’ve looked over the road to see a parked Prado complete with bikes in the trailer, great timing! Blokes were in a fast food joint getting some lunch. They were running late due to Tank’s bike not firing up and couldn’t get it going. They loaded it up and hoped to fix it in the evening. Signs of things to come? Maybe.
The Brisbane crew ready to leave. Pyro, Tank, Yogi and Flash.
We punched out south west for the next 315km to St. George in the heat of the day, then on the horizon I could see a rather nasty storm front bearing down on us. About 30km west of town it hit, the temperature dropped about 15degC, the wind swung around from furnace hot northerly to blow you off the road and kick you in the head south westerly, complete with swirling rain and bits tree hitting you. That lasted only 10 minutes, but it made for interesting riding.
St. George was the last place I could find that could change my tyres. Originally the tyre change was going to be at Hungerford at the pub with tyre levers. When I got the Midas E-09’s I thought that a tyre machine would be a bit easier!
We arrive too late to get my tyres changed, Phil for Halpin Motors http://www.yamaha-motor.com.au/deale.../halpin-motors
(KTM adventure rider and all round top bloke) recommended the St. George hotel and phone ahead for us. Cold beer, good tucker, thumbs up.
641km. 28.2 litres, all too easy.