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By Al |
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Al’s version The email
that we had been waiting for arrived advising the dog sitter had secured a
seat on a flight out of We rushed
around to pack the bikes and tidy the house and finish those unfinished jobs
that seem to hang around till the bitter end. The dog sitter knocked on the
door entered our abode and took charge of our vicious guard dogs whilst we
disappeared out the front gate and headed north. Seeing it
was already just after A bit of
ingenuity was needed. Firstly, pull the bike apart and find out where the
cable was broken and decide what to do next. We found the break was a fitting
for the cable had come adrift and would require soldering back on again. So,
out with the camp stove and dig around the spare parts to find the lead
solder. It was at this time Greg from Maleny turned up and true to form
decided to hang about and poke a bit of fun. Must admit he was mighty
impressed at the way we went about carrying out the repairs. Greg recons he
will use this to hang shit on some mates at work who ride Harley’s. Good luck
Greg. Another
good thing about Greg is he came good with a bed for the night and also
cooked a marvellous tea. He grabbed his trusty mobile and rang Deb and
advised he had found some strays on the side of the road which he was going
to bring home. Apparently Deb had thought we were just another pair of native
animals which Greg apparently rescues from time to time. On arrival I think
Deb was pleasantly surprised that this time the native animals walked upright
and spoke something called English. Thursday
morning bright and early (about Camping
at Eidesvold was pretty good other than the fact
there was ice about 6mm thick on the bikes in the morning. It took till From
Eidsvold we did a short hop to Cania Gorge. Here
we; checked out the dam, gave the “Big 4” the flick, had lunch, did a 5.2km
walk, and stayed at the caravan park on the way in. That
night it was cold. In fact it was very cold. In fact it was colder than the
night before. Even though we had already pitched the tent at From Cania Gorge we headed out to the coast in a desperate bid
for some warmer weather. At this stage the thermals had not been off for
nearly three day. On the way to the Rockhampton we popped into the Historic
Machinery show at Biloela and checked out the vintage tractors and other bits
and pieces. Not a bad show actually, well worth the visit. We also popped
into We ran
out of fuel just out of Rockhampton on the red bike (you get that now and
again) which was quickly remedied by emptying the camp stove fuel bottle. We
gave Rocky the flick and headed off to Yeppoon not realising how many
tourists hang out in this sort of place. Luckily we did secure a bed at a
nice place on the beach as there were no tent sites available. The manager of
the place even offered her carport for the bikes or down the side of the
house if we wanted to hide them (which we did). From
Yeppoon we headed north with a monster tail wind toward Mackay getting about
as far as From |
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